“You’re gonna get lung cancer at this rate.” You said as Valeria lit up another cigarette.

She rolled her eyes at you before taking a drag. You were dead—yet you still nagged her about her nicotine addiction. It had only gotten worse since you died—it felt like it was the only thing keeping her sane at the moment.

“You think I’m worried about that?” She finally replied, her free hand resting on her hip.