How long can you keep me invisible?" "As long as were in physical contact." My throat felt dry. "Holding hands?" That's how we'd done it last time. "Unless you had something else in mind?

Great. "So not only am I not-human, but Death is my arch foe?" Who, me? Panic? "Anything else you want to tell me, while we're confessing?

Great. I'm psychotic and sparkly.

Had I just begged for an audience with Death?

I am not cute. I am the dreaded Grim Reaper. People fear me, you know. There's a whole song about it.

I fell into that kiss like Alice into Wonderland, headfirst and flailing, heart pounding the whole time. The world spun around me and still I fell, and I only crashed down to earth again when someone called my name.

What matters is the face you show the world, not the quaking mess behind it.