The Funny Thing About Facing Imminent Death

I Hung My Head, And I Felt Someone, Fang, Gather Me Gently To Him. My Cheek Rested On His Shoulder, And My Silent Tears Soaked His Torn Shirt.he Felt Warm And Strong And Heartbreakingly Familiar. And At That Moment, Not A Single Thing In My Life Was Certain, Strong, Or Whole. Nothing. Least Of All Fang.

We Probably Looked Like Starving Orphan Children. Hey! We Were Starving Orphan Children.

Do I Open It? Do I Open It? Of Course I Freaking Open It!

I Hoped I Wasn't Actually Dead. That Would Make Finding Our Parents And Saving The World Really Hard.

Tears Were Dripping Onto My Dress, But I Wasn't Making Any Sound. There Was No Sound To Express Thid Kind Of Pain. I Didn't Want To Move, Didn't Want To Do Anything. Fang Was Not Waiting For Me Out In The Living Room. Tomorrow Morning, When I Woke Up, Fang Would Still Be Gone.