What Happens After Midnight

by K.L. Walther

I wish we could go back, I thought, the words a murmur in my mind. I wish we could go back to the very first night…

“When’s the murder happening?” everyone always asked. “No body, no crime,” we always answered.

“Blair isn’t a girlfriend, Lily. Blair is a Band-Aid.” He paused. “Well, more like a box of Band-Aids.”

You’re about to play him, a voice in my head said. You’re about to play him like a fucking violin…

“God, I hate you,” I said, laughing. Alex shook his head. “I don’t believe you.” “Why not?” I asked. “Because,” he said, “you’ve got Tag’s favorite smile on your face.”

“This is happiness,” Tag said reverently. “Happiness, all because of you.”