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I don’t remember much of the ride. I remember feeling lost, and empty.

It happened again. I killed. I ended a life.

Not just any life.

His life.

Spencer has been the focus of my existence for so long, and I snuffed him from the universe.

His poor mother…

Suddenly Oz’s arms are around me.

Surprising. I hadn’t even realized we’d returned.

He is comforting me, trying to take away the pain.

Erase what I did. He can’t erase this.

He can’t change the evil things I have done in this world. The people I’ve hurt. I wish he would stop trying. I wish he would scold me, yell at me, and end the monster he’s created. I hate him. I hate him as much as I love him.

I do love him.

I felt it the moment we met in the store. I was his, and he was mine. I don’t know why he pretended that day didn’t happen—unless?

How had he found me? Had he followed us? Is he the reason our car lost control? Is he the reason I died?

I can’t take it anymore.

Breaking from his arms, I run.

I run past the road.

I run into the wilds of the mountains.

I run until I can’t hear Spencer’s screams as I mutilate him. I gag on his blood and bits of flesh in my teeth and cry. I cry for what I’ve done to him, for what has happened to me, and for the future that has been so cruelly stolen from me.

I want to die.

I need to die.

In just a few hours, the sun will rise.

The sun will rise, and I will be erased from this planet forever.

Just like Spencer.

CHAPTER 12

THE SONGBIRD

Moonlight fades with the night sky as I sit, unmoving, on a boulder that should give me an excellent view of the sunrise. Facing East, I think about my life. About everything I wanted to do and never will. I will never run my own project for a massive campaign for a company. I will never get married. I will never have kids. In a while, after they are done trying to find me in the lake and resign themselves to the fact that the car being there means I am dead, they’ll be right. My parents will mourn, but with no body to bury.

Where are you?

Words seem to whisper across my mind, but they sound like Oz. I shake my head and listen. That can’t be right. I must hear him calling, looking for me.

I have no desire to see him. To speak to him.

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