Chapter 16

Vincent's POV

"I want to die. I can't live like this anymore." Nephrite leaned against my shoulder and said. His voice sounded distant and surreal.

I couldn't recall when he started to talk in this sentimental dreamy voice, which made him sound like a poet, not a Prince.

"What do you mean?" I asked in a plain voice.

That was the only correct way to handle it like a pro when your brother gets suicidal ideas in his head -

You have to pretend that you are cool with everything. It's just not that big a deal.

"I mean, I want to die," he said.

"We're dead," I said. He got emotional all the time, so I had to remind him of who we were from time to time.

"That's the thing! We are dead, but undead! I hate being undead. I'd rather die," he said.

"May I ask what is the reason behind your self-destructive intention?" I frowned.

I stood up and opened the window because the corpses started smelling funny.

My brother stood up and followed me like a puppy.

"We've done it, Vin!" He spoke in a f