"Oh how wrong we were to think immortality meant never dying" ― Gerard Way

Before now, how I would die was a long ways off. For the longest time, suicide or accident seemed like the most logical outcome. But I never expected this, to be giving up my own life, thinking I'd be saving another, only to learn how... pointless it all is. How pointless my sacrifice is. And, weirdly, I'm okay with that.

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 she looks back at me with a pleasant grin. I'm trembling, but I raise my hands in defense. I am not ready to do this. To face the claws and teeth shimmering in the fluorescent lights. But what choice do I have?

As of now, it's either her or me.

This never would have happened if I stayed with my dad, 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 led to this. To regret … her.

The hunter smiles in a friendly way as she saunters forward to kill me.