"Is she hot?" Damien asked.

Tony's eyes narrowed, he felt like hurling his phone across his bedroom and out the window, that wasn't the response he was hoping for. "Really?" He sneered. "That's your damn response to what I've just told you?"

Tony could hear Damien's shrug through the phone. "Well, what else do you want me to say? I already told you to call the police."

Tony closed his eyes and shook his head. The dead woman lying naked and face down on his bed in a pile of fresh rose petals was "hot", but he felt weird admitting that to Damien, the words felt dirty on the tip of his tongue. Her rear end was perfectly rounded, and the caramel skin throughout her body was pristine. Her long, and wavy brown hair looked silky-smooth under his bedroom lights.

"Do you know who she is?" Damien asked.

He did. And why was that? Tony hadn't seen her face, but something about her looked familiar. He took a cautious step forward, the bottoms of his feet still acclimating to the feeling of fresh rose petals instead of hardwood. "I'm going to turn her around."

"Dude, I think you should leave your apartment and just call the cops. I think turning her around is a bad idea."

"I'm putting you on speaker," Tony said. He did just that and placed his phone on his nightstand.

He inched forward, setting his trembling hands on the woman's shoulders. Her skin was ice cold, but so smooth. He felt weird touching her, and at that moment he regretted it, wishing that he had taken Damien's advice and left his apartment to call the cops. He took a deep breath; the hairs of his nostrils becoming entangled with the aroma of fresh roses and flipped her over.

Tony knew the dead girl all too well. He recognized the smile on her dead face, her gorgeous blue eyes that looked like the sky, the perfect smile that showed a mouthful of perfect teeth. He recognized her perfectly rounded breasts as they swayed from left to right before lying still. Tony snatched his phone from the nightstand, his palm thick with sweat.

"Dude it's her." His words felt coarse as they passed through his lips.

"Who?" Damien spat. "Dude, what's going on? Did you flip her around?"

"It's her!" Tony hissed. "Ally from high school."

Damien didn't respond, and for a moment he thought the call had been dropped. Tony was close to calling back when Damien finally responded. "That's fucking impossible Tony. Ally's been dead for twenty years."

And just like that Tony was transported back to the year 2004, back to the month of May when he and Damien's lives changed forever. He closed his eyes as the feeling of nausea consumed his body, he fought against his trembling hands as he struggled to keep hold of his phone. He could hear the laughter over Damien's car engine as they ripped through Shadowbrook Canyon. He could hear the cracking of beer cans, and he could smell the beer that they drank that night, he could still taste it after all these years. And then there was the squeal of brakes into the empty night, the sound of Damien's car colliding with a tree. Tony's chest began to heave, the same way it did that night before he broke down into tears. He can see the roses at the edge of the cliff, swaying from left to right as they moved with the Spring breeze. He never did forget the sight of Ally Prescot's body at the bottom of the cliff, the image of her bloody corpse on the rocks. He could still hear the ocean as it pulled her body into the water, never to be seen again.

Tony opened his eyes. At some point, he'd dropped his phone, it lay on the floor in a sea of rose petals. Damien was still talking, but he couldn't hear a word he was saying. Ally's beautiful blue eyes had moved, and she was staring directly back at him, her smile was for him now. Tony tried to scream but he couldn't, it was like it was being held hostage within his chest. Ally sat up, her eyes and her smile never leaving him. Tony stumbled backward on trembling legs, his feet moving from the petals and onto the hardwood, and then his heels bumped into the dumbbells he had placed under his windowsill.

Tony felt his back collide with the glass, he felt the shatter and the shards as they cut through his skin. The sound of the shattering glass made his ears ring as his skin bled. And then he fell for twenty stories, landing with a sickening thud on the pavement in front of his apartment. The impact of the fall made his body unrecognizable. The last thing Tony saw was Ally's smile, the same smile that had haunted him for twenty years.