"You're one of those people that my mom used to call 'old souls' or whatever. You talk like you've been alive for hundreds of years, or some bullshit like that." Ella said after a long, pregnant pause. "And, you know, with you being an old soul and everything, I think I might be the opposite. I don't know, like, a young soul or some shit like that. You're probably right about the 'too much going on' thing. I get it. But, you know, maybe you should consider something about death."

She stood and shivered, wrapping her arms around her midsection. Her deep, brown eyes stared lazily at the stars in the pool. "My mom died a while back," She needed to stop. She shouldn't be opening up so much, especially to some guy who thought he knew everything about life and death and stars and what was going on everywhere, "And, I'm thinking, 'Yea, she's going to be worm food, but hey, she's helping out the worms who help out the trees who help out people, with, you know, oxygen and shit like that', and I also think that anyone who can accomplish that, at least, lives on forever in the people you see around you, the people helped by those worms that fed off of the buried person. And maybe, those people that they live through, aren't anything like your dead friend or relative or whatever, but there's something about them that makes you feel good."

Her mouth was warm from all the rambling. God, it was the stupidest thing she'd ever done. "And, you know, I think that, because they're living through the people around you, and because those people are making you feel good, they're experiencing joy, wherever they went after life."

Cop sirens were becoming more distinct, and Ella knew that it was time to leave, as the guy had said. "So, you know, maybe we should respect worms more. Get my drift?" Her feeble attempt at lifting the bleak situation. Also, the brunette didn't want to go home. Something was tying her to that spot, by the pool.