I Don't Think There Is

He Pulled The Envelope Out Of His Pocket And Ripped It Open, Then Took Out The Slip Of Paper. The Soft Lights That Ringed The Mirror Lit Up The Message In A Warm Glow. It Was Two Short Sentences: " Kill Me. If You've Ever Been My Friend, Kill Me.

Thats Called Hypocrisy, You Shuck Face Piece Of -!

All The Same, Thomas Now Had A Plan. As Bad As It Was, He Had A Plan. They Needed More Clues About The Code. They Needed Memories. So He Was Going To Get Stung By A Griever. Go Through The Changing. On Purpose.

And Then They Were Kissing. Something Exploded Within His Chest Burning Away The Tension And Confusion And Fear. Burning Away The Hurt Of Seconds Earlier. For A Moment It Felt Like Nothing Mattered Anymore. Like Nothing Would Matter Ever Again.

Quit Voting Me Down Before You Even Think About What I'm Saying.