The Soul

Prologue

Forevermore

The petals were surely heavensent, showering our hair with pink and white. It was spring, and I was sitting in the backyard of none other than Chase Murray, self-admitted geek and Diablo II lover. And I, Morgan Sullivan, self-admitted geek and Sims 2 lover, was staring into his honey-drizzled eyes like it was the last time I'd ever see them.

Which, under the current circumstance, was true.

"Morgan, whatever happens, please remember me. Please don't ever forget all we've done together. And don't ever, even when you're pushing up daisies, forget this," Chase breathed, his sweet scent enveloping me. It was indescribable, a mix of a woodshop, laundry detergent, cotton candy, freshly cut grass, shampoo, some sort of flower and a sweet sugary hint of chocolate. It was embedded in all of my clothes now, no matter what detergent I used.

Then he leaned in to kiss me one last time.