A last conversation with the dead

She was perfect. I miss her so much. There is nothing in this world I could possibly want more than my best friend back. She was my sister in every way but blood, and one secret night, we fixed even that. And it was in blood that Savanna died.

            We used to sneak out to this bench at night and meet, just to wait for something book-worthy to happen to us. Aliens, fairies, crime, anything worth waiting for.

            I snuck out here tonight. Not very well, but my parents don’t care anymore, if it means I’ll leave my room. I had to come back to our crime scene, one more time. I said that to myself two months ago, six, maybe even a year age. I just can’t stay away. My butt and hers have left permanent groves in this spot, marking the number of times we sat here, waiting. God, I still can’t believe she’ll never meet me here again.

            While I sit here and contemplate, I notice something, caution tape. Did it really take one of us gone forever for something to happen here? And sitting in the center, spread out reading a book on a blanket, is Savanna.

“Sav?”

She looks up and smiles like I thought I’d never se again. She pats the blanket next to her as she dog-eras the book page.

            “Hey Girl! How goes it?”

I can’t imagine what my face must have looked like as I ducked under the caution tape and hugged her as I thought I could never do again. She’d been dead and in the ground two years, yet she smells just as she used to, and hasn’t aged a day.

            “Sav, what are you doing here? I thought you were dead!”

“I am!” she laughs. “And you have no idea how free it is! I don’t have to worry about my weight, how pretty I am, grades, nothing! Ready Watch!” and with that she leapt into midair and hung suspended. I gape at her.

“ Sav… It’s been two years, if you could come back, why didn’t you come sooner? And what happened that night?”

Savanna looks up at the moon that hangs as it did the night she died, full bright, and beautiful. It wasn’t supposed to be there at all tonight and whispers, “I was so hungry Stell, so hungry. I was scared and I thought I was alone and imperfect. I just had to leave.”