Death Is Peaceful, Life Is Harder

Everything In My World Was About Him. What A Silly Thing To Expect.

She’s Just A Little Faint,” I Reassured Mrs. Hammond. “they’re Blood Typing In Biology.” She Nodded, Understanding Now. “there’s Always One.” I Stifled A Laugh. Trust Bella To Be That One.

The Only Reason I Left Was To Protect You.

I Was Like A Lost Moon―my Planet Destroyed In Some Cataclysmic, Disaster-movie Scenario Of Desolation―that Continued, Nevertheless, To Circle In A Tight Little Orbit Around The Empty Space Left Behind, Ignoring The Laws Of Gravity.

And It Was Different Because I'd Already Lost Her So Many Times, So Many Ways, In My Head. And Different Because She Was Never Really Mine To Lose. And Different Because This Wasn't My Fault.