prelude

"You know one thing we don't have to worry about?" He asked, his torso leaning closer to tower over the table. His eyes were serious, hands folded under his chin.

"What?" I asked, hoping this would put an end to our bickering conversation.

"We will never die."

Who's gonna tell him?

"What are you talking about?" I asked, a baffled look spread across my face. Who the hell told him he's never gonna die? I would hate to be the one to break it to him that we will, in fact, one day meet our own demise.

"Because," Josh whispered, inches away from my face. "Legends never die."