"So those were your most memorable memories in high school." Death pondered aloud, his gaze lingering on me.
"Of course, if you were with me during the whole duration," I added, emphasizing the 'if.' "You would've seen even my insignificant ones as well."
Death sighed deeply, shaking his head in defeat.
"You're seriously not going to let this pass, aren't you?"
"I'm sorry," I replied with crossed arms, my tone laced with sarcasm. "You're the one who vanished on me like a ghosting ex."
"Speaking of toxic relationships," Death smoothly changed the topic. "It's this part of your memory where you found out Klaus is a toxic motherfucker--"
"He isn't toxic, per se," I interjected, unintentionally defending my ex. "He's just a dirty cheat and a liar."
"Potato, potahto," Death shrugged
I frowned, remembering Fake Death and his British accent. I wonder where he is now?
