Deathless Creatures

When you can't die, how will you live?

We lie forehead to forehead, eyes so close that they are all we see, transfixed in our morbid codependency.

"I'm glad you found me," he eventually whispers, breaking the silence.

"Me too."

He kisses me gently. I kiss back, rough and desperate, pulling his head against mine, wishing my kiss could bind him to me and erase his desire to leave this world.

Twenty-seven-year-old Sarah Woodward died on a Tuesday. Crushed and thrown into the icy waters of Seattle's...