When you loved the one who was killing you, it left you no options." -Bella

Sometimes, kismet happens.

It's strong, Ian. The way she feels about you is something else. She loves this world, but so much of the reason she couldn't leave was really you. She thinks of you as her anchor. You gave her a reason to finally stay in one place after a lifetime of wandering.

I tried to remember how to exhale. I had to look away before it came back to me.

I came to witness. I stay to fight.

I took his hand, and suddely he yanked me―too roughly―right off the bed so that I thudded against his chest. "Just in case," he muttered against my hair, crushing me in a bear hug that about to broke my ribs. "Can't―breathe!" I gasped.

Like everything in life, I just had to decide what to do with what I was given.