It Never Made Sense For You To

Melanie Still Grieves For Jared," She Stated. I Felt My Head Nod Without Willing The Action. "you Grieve For Him." I Closed My Eyes. "the Dreams Continue?" "every Night," I Mumbled. "tell Me About Then." Her Voice Was Soft, Persuasive. "i Don't Like To Talk About Them." "i Know. Try. It Might Help." "how? How Will It Help To Tell You That I See His Face Every Time I Close My Eyes? That I Wake Up And Cry When He's Not There? That The Memories Are So Strong I Can't Separate Hers From Mine Anymore?

No One Had To Tell Me Anything. I Know What I Am

But Now You're Unhappy," He Pointed Out. "and?" I Challenged. "that Doesn't Seem Fair." He Shrugged, But His Eyes Were Still Intense. I Laughed Without Humour. "hasn't Anyone Told You? Life Isn't Fair." "i Believe I Have Heard That Somewhere Before," He Agreed Dryly.

I'd Been Broken Beyond Repair.

This Was Why I Was Here. This Was Why I Would Take Whatever Reception Waited For Me When I Got Back. Because, Underneath All The Anger And The Sarcasm, Jacob Was In Pain. Right Now, It Was Very Clear In His Eyes. I Didn't Know How To Help Him, But I Knew I Had To Try. It Was More Than That I Owed Him. It Was Because His Pain Hurt Me, Too. Jacob Had Become A Part Of Me, And There Was No Changing That Now.