TITLE: The Practice of Wearing Skin
GENRE: YA paranormal romance
Sofia is about to "die" and be turned into a grim reaper by current reaper Theo. Humans don't remember when they come in contact with reapers.
"I love you Sofia," Theo whispers and I feel his cool breath on my neck.
I open my eyes again as Theo's hands slide down to my shoulders. He pushes me backward and I nearly stumble. The force of it pushes all of my breath from me, even more than that time Eden threw that bag of cement mix at me and I got smashed between the bag and the side of her garage. I don't see Theo anymore; I see the back of my head. Everything begins to split into red and blue lines, like those 3D movies, until they separate entirely and I'm no longer standing behind myself.
It's a lot like coming out of a thick fog when you're driving in the barest light of the morning, or emerging from the clouds in an airplane and seeing the curvature of the earth. It's like that one time that I flew with my mom to LA when I was nine and it was dark and I propped my blanket around my head and looked up at all the stars for hours, seeing and acknowledging every single one of them in turn until I drifted off to sleep.
If anyone is watching, they would see me disappear like the steam rising from your body after a hot shower on a cold winter morning but instead of the water evaporating, my body does.
But then, they won't remember anyway.