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June 1, 2010
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{They say dead men tell no tales.}
                                             {This, while a delightfully piratey cliché, is hopelessly false.}
                                                                                                                                 {I can tell plenty of tales.}

   I don't remember anything about my life, and in death I'm not so sure I want to.
   Let me clarify a bit, because that sounded callous.
   Hanna Falk Cross gave me a new life, whether he knows it or not. When he opened his door with a squeal and a bright face, he gave me something nobody else ever has, or probably ever will.

   Contemplation is all well and good, but ten years of undeath is a damn long time.

When you die {and yes, you will, eventually} remind yourself to just die quietly in your sleep or something.
   Haunting is boring.
   Haunting is boring and confusing when your soul {your essence, your consciousness, the part of you that essentially becomes a ghost if fed with enough of a grudge} is trapped inside your skull, bouncing off the dura mater and sparking off the synapses that should've fizzled out about fifteen seconds after you technically died {viz., sustained mortal injuries that should have, and did, kill you.}
   Haunting is boring and frustrating when you can't remember why you can hardly feel the arterial blood spurting in jets of brilliant vermilion from the deep, angry wounds on your neck or why the coroner's knife doesn't have as sharp a tang as you'd think a scalpel slicing you open would have or why you're even on a dissection table in the first place.
   I thought.
   That's what I did for ten slow years in the graveyard and wandering around the city and going godknowswhere because I was just so fed up with not being able to remember anything that I--
   Hanna. Hanna saved me from being a suicidal homicide victim.
   Hanna, Hanna, Hanna. Anyone around us could probably tell that I'm hopelessly obsessed with the boy {and it feels so odd to call him anything but a boy, even though he's twenty-four; I'm, what, five, eight, ten years older than he is? I can't even remember that.}
   The first time I almost saw him die {the theater, the ghost, Conrad, Toni, everything} I felt like the Universe was giving me the hugest middle finger it had ever given to anyone.
Then there was Worth. Worth saved Hanna and he saved me indirectly; that's all there is to it.
   Maybe I'm naive, but I felt so relieved when Worth told me he'd be okay.
   And I swore to protect Hanna {maybe not out loud, but I did, I did.}
   I feel an almost maternal compulsion to protect Hanna with everything I've got. That's what I promised myself.
   And if this god damned bipolar Universe wants to give me a life, then take it, then give it back in the form of a ray of pure sunlight who

Listens to Queen;
Drinks Sunny-D;
Buys balloons;
Wore checkered Vans before they were cool;
Plays Pokémon;
and lives the life has as best he can,

I'm okay with that.

   {Dead men tell tales.}
                                                               {Just listen.}
                                                                                           {I'll tell you everything I love about Hanna.}
HiNaBN is from here, yo

Alrighty, folks, it's headcanon time.
I think {...} is depressed but Hanna is like gnee all the time and it's hard to stay depressed when someone's saying gnee. {Go ahead, try it.}

So yeah. This.
The fist upload of June. :icon8dplz:

> Retrospection
> Affection

EDIT: I'd like to thank ~Digi-Writes-Fanfics for the Hanna is Not a Boy's Name Fan Awards nomination! Gnee!
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Meggie272 Featured By Owner Aug 20, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
This is so beautiful :heart: I love it, especially the interesting formatting and the simple, bleak tone you've used.
athenakt Featured By Owner Mar 10, 2011

That was definitely full of gnee. My heartlight is firmly turned on.

Oh, and 'suicidal homicide victim' - that phrase is sooo apt.
loopinrox Featured By Owner Aug 29, 2010  Hobbyist General Artist
Love it. :3 An excellent specimen of bromance. :3
etile Featured By Owner Aug 14, 2010
aww your sweet story's are awesome I hope to see more around.
Sanakudou Featured By Owner Jul 5, 2010  Student Filmographer
I adore this!!!! Such a lovely fic :heart:
Digi-Writes-Fanfics Featured By Owner Jun 2, 2010
...awwwwwww, this is adorable. I can see Zombie being like this and I love the idea that Hanna saved Zombie and the comment that NO this whole undeath thing kind of sucks. The bit about Worth saving Zombie and the way you wrote Zombie being so determined to keep Hanna safe is wonderfully intense. Fantastic job!
Puck-Sexton Featured By Owner Jun 2, 2010   General Artist
This is AMAZING. I have nothing bad to say about it. At all. Seriously. It was just...

*is completely nonverbal*

Poetic, and stylistic, and sweet. And I love the format and all the brackets.

0ArmoredSoul0 Featured By Owner Jun 1, 2010  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Heartbreakingly sweet.
I have a toothache now from reading this.
LadyVincira Featured By Owner Jun 1, 2010
I'll start by saying that I actually don't like the two of them as a pairing.

That having been said, this is one of my favorite Dots pieces I have ever read. <33333333 I LOVE it. Oh MAN.
Zazu75 Featured By Owner Jun 1, 2010  Hobbyist General Artist
awwwwwwwwww, Zombie is so sweet~
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