Author's Note: This is dedicated to my uncle Kevin who died on the thirty first of March of this year
Disclaimer: I do not own Beautiful Creatures.
I kneel next to you and slowly reach out to touch your perfectly shaven face. Usually, I would find the misleading warmth associated with a human being but today your skin is ice cold. How can this be? You were alive a few minutes ago but now you are dead. I don't want to believe it, you can't be gone, not like this, not because of a spell I had cast. But I know it's true as much as I don't want to believe it it's true and it's my fault. I didn't even clam myself for the Light but I still killed you. As the rage began to well up inside me again I thought about how I didn't even get to say goodbye.
Author's Note: Some of Lena's thoughts are mine. How can this be? You were alive a few minutes ago but now you are dead besides the obvious (Macon had been alive a few minutes ago and then he wasn't) I wrote this because it felt like a few minutes ago my uncle was alive and now he's not. I don't want to believe it I don't want to believe that my uncle is dead and I will never see him again. As the rage began to well up inside me again I thought about how I didn't even get to say goodbye My aunt didn't tell my mom my uncle had been sick until after he was dead so I didn't get to say goodbye to him.