So Eager For Eternal Damnation.

What Was It That Made This Human Love So Much More Desirable To Me Than The Love Of My Own Kind? Was It Because It Was Exclusive And Capricious? The Souls Offered Love And Acceptance To All. Did I Crave A Greater Challenge?...or Was It Simply Better Somehow? Because These Humans Hate With So Much Fury, Was The Other End Of The Spectrum That They Could Love With More Heart And Zeal And Fire?

At Least He's Alive And Well. I Love Him Enough That I Want That. I Want Him To Have What's Best For Him." She Sighed. "i Just Don't Want To Stick Around To Watch.

It Will Be As If I'd Never Existed, He'd Promised Me. I Felt The Smooth Wooden Floor Beneath My Knees, And Then The Palms Of My Hands, And Then It Was Pressed Against The Skin Of My Cheek. I Hoped That I Was Fainting, But, To My Disappointment, I Didn't Lose Consciousness. The Waves Of Pain That Had Only Lapped At Me Before Now Reared High Up And Washed Over My Head, Pulling Me Under. I Did Not Resurface.

It Will Be As If I Never Existed

Being Mormon Is A Big Part Of Who I Am, And I Try Very Hard To Live The Right Way, But I Don't Know That I'm An Example. I Hate To Say, 'yes, Look At Me. I'm A Good Example Of Being Mormon.' I Want To Be The Best Person I Can Be, So In That Aspect, Maybe I'm A Good Example.