“I used to picture myself in an entirely disconnected
reality. I used to imagine how people would react to my
death— the teacher’s quavering voice as he made the
announcement, the shocked faces of my classmates, my locker bedeck
with flowers, the stillness of the school corridors, local news
analysis, the stoicism of my parents, candlelit vigils— and,
finally, my glorious resurrection.”
http://archiveofourown.org/works/5930278
http://archiveofourown.org/works/5930278
