Fishing
Zoey
"Zoey!"
Heath's voice did it. My memory rushed back. The sadness knocked me to my knees. He was up and running toward me so that he caught me in his arms as I fell.
"But you don't belong here! You're dead!" I sobbed against his chest.
"Zo, babe, this is the Otherworld. It's not me who doesn't belong here—it's you."
Memory crashed over me, drowning me with despair and darkness and reality as my world shattered, and everything went black.
Heath
Shit. Why was Zoey always fainting? Thankfully this being dead thing had its perks. I was over by Zoey in like two seconds, just in time to catch her before she hit her head.
"But you don't belong here! You're dead!" Zo sobbed.
"Zo, babe, this is the Otherworld. It's not me who doesn't belong here—it's you." I said, trying to make her understand. "Babe, I'm ok. I did what I was meant to do. I protected you, and I need to tell you some things, but you have to understand Zo, there was nothing you could have done."
She apparently didn't like that, but what are you going to do? Damn High Priestess always thinking she's right. "Zo, you may not understand now, but you will. Babe, you have to leave here. This is no place for the living."
"NO!" Zoey interjected. "I can't live without you! I'm not leaving!"
"Zo, be serious. Think of Stark and Erik—well maybe not Erik, but Zoey they need you. Stark needs you. If you don't go back Zo, he's not going to make it." This seemed to make Zoey pay attention.
"But how am I supposed to go on without you?" Zoey asked.
Ughh why did this have to be so hard on Zoey? "Babe, just know I'm ok. The dying thing sucks, I know, but Zo, you've got to go on. Now go get out of here. I love you." With that I gently sat Zoey down on the grass and went back over to the dock and started fishing.