The Outside World Holds No Interest For

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.

But Never In The Four Hundred Years Now Since I Was Born, Have I Ever Seen Anything To Make Me Doubt Whether God Exists In Some Form Or The Other. Not Even The Reflection In The Mirror.

The Absence Of Him Is Everywhere I Look.

Stupid, Shiny Volvo Owner.

So, Bella, I Was Following Your Scent Through The Woods After I'd Left Your Room Where I Was Watching You Sleep...yes That Would Be Quite The Ice Breaker.