That heart. Her heart. Pumping life's blood, and for a moment you ponder wether or not you were
meant to stop that ever beating heart from pumping the blood through her veins. If you meant to watch her
eyes lose their soul, watch the light drift from them. Flickering out like blowing out a candle. Or crushing
violently her flame. The very thing that made you .. no, you would never even think it. The thing that made
you hate her. Her zest for life, something you had lost through your trials with Angle, your Mom, your so-
called-friends.
Then you wondered if the world would miss her. Miss the way she walks upon it. The way
she breathes destrution into a form of life. If the world would miss anything lost to it, anyone. If anyone
would miss her, her family , from what you've heard, wouldn't know, much less care if she were to meet an
unfourtunate end. But the you realize, it doesn't matter if the world would miss her. You would.