ojandtostitos commented on michimonster's post in blueridgeschool:

"Of c-course I'm braver," Tatum insisted back, though the wavering tone and the way she still shook like a leaf didn't exactly scream bravery by any stretch. "I s-stood up to my dad, d-didn't I? I m-mean, eventually."

It had only taken eighteen years, but she wasn't going to split hairs.

Tatum was surprised how quick Frankie defended herself, but then again, it had been a long time since Tatum herself had thought about back then. She had said those things, agreed to them. She had been borderline obsessed with the other girl, maybe still was since she was having deathbed hallucinations about her two years later. When they were together, she had always felt like she couldn't live without her. But it turned out she could, and besides that, she had never really believed Frankie would do it when she was agreeing to those things. Before Frankie jumped, they had both just been over-dramatic talk.

She pouted right back at the younger girl, hesitating for a moment. "T-Together forever, whatever," she murmured half-heartedly. Those wounds did look bad, really bad, maybe it would just be easier to give up. But then she thought about Mack, and she felt some semblance of a need to hold on. "I s-shouldn't.. everybody is.. w-well, they're all here," she offered, looking towar her door and the waiting room. "Michi said I can't go with y-you.. and I d-don't have a coat."

Except, now that she looked over to the chair she had woken up in, there was a brand new coat. Plaid and as spiffy as could be. She bit her lip hard. The afterlife was convenient.