The Absence Of Him Is Everywhere I

A Hundred Yards Away, Mike Newton Was Lowering Bella's Limp Body To The Sidewalk. She Slumped Unresponsively Against The Wet Concrete, Her Skin Chalky As A Corpse. I Almost Took The Door Off The Car.

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

How Did Anyone Survive This World, With These Bodies Whose Memories Wouldn't Stay In The Past Where They Should? With The Emotions That Were So Strond I Couldn't Tell What I Felt Anymore?

I Felt Like - Like I Don't Know What. Like This Wasn't Real. Like I Was In Some Goth Version Of A Bad Sitcom. Instead Of Being The A/v Dweeb About To Ask The Head Cheerleader To The Prom, I Was The Finished-second-place Werewolf About To Ask The Vampire's Wife To Shack Up And Procreate. Nice. - Jacob

It's Over. We've All Been Sentenced To Die.