Status Updates From Here Lies a Vengeful Bitch

I close my arms tight around her neck and push my face into her hair. The music is starting to fade like a radio signal going out of range. I take one last breath of her mossy, patchouli, gun-smoke scent before that starts to fade, too.
My best friend's ghost wanes in the golden light of day.

Maura laughs, husky and low. She lifts our joined hands and
tugs me close. "I saved the last dance for you."
"I'll try to reach you if you try to reach me, I promise, my check pressed to hers. Maura just nods.