Death Won't Come Between Us

Woah. This is strange. I’m seeing things, but in an odd…haze. Reddish haze. I feel the same, except for when Max splashed me with the potion. I don’t know why, but when I think about Max, the reddish haze gets darker. There is almost a…longing for him. WAIT. I sold him a love potion. OH NO HE DI- Max. Mmmmmm. My face is soaked. “What is this strange liquid?” I wonder aloud. “My Hazel. It is nothing but water,” he says gamely in his smooth, accentuated Spanish accent. “I spilled it after I fell…for you.”