For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one." Kahlil Gibran
I watch without breathing across the long room, my eyes narrow and my teeth grinding. I stare into the dark eyes of the hunter, and he looks back at me with a pleasant grin. Though shaken, I raise my hands defensively. I am in no way ready to face this foe, to face the claws and teeth shimmering in the fluorescent lights. But what choice do I have?
As of now, it's either him or me.
This never would have happened if I stayed with my mom, if I had never even looked in the direction of Forks. I'd be safe. Not facing death. But as terrified as I feel, I can't bring myself to regret every choice that has lead to this.
The hunter smiles in a friendly way as he saunters forward to kill me.