only her voice relaxes you , stills every restless thought in your mind & files it away in a box labelled of lesser importance . “ i have a question i hope won’t upset you , ” you cut right to the chase , eager not to sate your curiosity but to evade her potential line of post - resurrection questioning . you don’t know if you’re fine ; you don’t know if it’s getting better . “ do you think we can kiss again ?you’ve killed me already , surely the prophecy’s over with . ”
the question’s been weighing on you, too. for a prophecy that’s been so certain your entire life, aspects of it are too ephemeral for your liking. for a very long time, you hoped to avoid your fate, your true love you never thought about after; about more kisses. and even now you’re still not sure if you were the gun who shot gansey, or simply the coroner announcing time of death ( 6:21. )you tilt your head and meet his gaze. ‘ i don’t know. you’ve died twice already, maybe you’re capable of a hat trick. ’ but that doesn’t stop you from looking at his mouth and thinking that it would be nice to have a normal kiss, a simple one, when the world isn’t ending around you. you’re not sure who you’re trying to convince when you add, ‘ maybe we shouldn’t risk it. ’
