It's over. We've all been sentenced to die.
Run, Bella, run. I love you too much, for your good or mine.
non-reality was black, and it didn't hurt so much.
Let her see me clearly.
Don’t be offended, but you seem to be one of those people who just attract accidents like a magnet. So… try not to fall into the ocean or get run over or anything, all right?
After a few decades, everyone you know will be dead. Problem solved.