I Don't See How That

Life Sucks, And Then You Die.

I Used To Dream About Him All The Time," Sunny Whispered To Me. "every Night. I Kept Hoping The Seekers Would Find Him; I Missed Him So Much...when I Saw Him, I Thought It Was The Old Dream Again.

Bella?" A Different Voice Called From The Distance. No! Please Let Me Be Imagining That Horribly Familiar Voice.

He Leaned Over To Kiss The Top Of My Head, And Then Groaned. I Looked At Him, Puzzled. "you Smell So Good In The Rain," He Explained. "in A Good Way, Or In A Bad Way?" I Asked Cautiously. He Sighed. "both, Always Both.

He Was Giving Up On Keeping Me Alive, Letting Nature–or Rather Mob Justice–take Its Course. When He Returned, And I Was Dead, He Wouldn't Hold Anyone Responsible. He Would Not Mourn. All This I Could Hear In Those Three Words.