I’ve been more than fair share experiences of near-death; this isn’t something you get used. But seemed oddly inevitable face death over again. As if I was even marked for disaster. I’d been escape repeatedly, but she keeps me hanging around. Still, this time was different. You can run for someone to be afraid, you can try to fight someone who hates. All my reactions were prepared for those kinds of killers - the monsters, the enemies. But when you love who will kill her, there is no alternative. As it runs, how can you fight, when this attitude hurt the beloved? If your life is all you have to give the beloved, how does not it? When it is someone you really love. Bella