Prologue

“Hey guys.” Everyone gathered around Ty and the iPod, rain dripping through the leaves of the oak tree. The adults stayed in the funeral home.

         “If you’re watching this…” In the video, Mickey’s face was so pale, her eyes dark and lifeless, her lips chapped. “…Well, that means the doctors fucked up big time during the operation. I’m sorry I never told you guys about this, just thought it would be better this way. I didn’t want you to fret over me dying when we had such little time together. I don’t want you guys to cry about this. Remember me as the fun-loving, hare-brained, awkward one that you all put up with. This isn’t goodbye, just a short farewell. And Ty, when you’re done with this video, there’s a playlist I made that I think you should listen to. Well, it’s time for me to go. I love you all, later.”

        Davis, McKenna and Kyle gave Ty a hug, and left him alone. He plugged his headphones into her iPod and found the only playlist she made on it. He played the first song and lost himself in her story.