a/n: I'm sorry I didn't update, I was trying to piece this together but I just kept deleting it because I decided, slow good writing, is better than fast crappy writing. When I start to get into the story and finish introductions and all that jazz I will try to update far more frequently, but I'm moving to another country. AGAIN. So I cannot make any promises. If you genuinely like my story then I am sorry because I know how irritating the wait is and if you don't well sorry if I sound stupid thinking you'd care anyway. Ah well- back to the obscenely short chapter. PLEASE FORGIVE ME!

Darkness. And cold. Never ending trees. The sound of the ocean. Butterflies, pale as starlight. I follow them through the trees. Their tiny beating wings leading me on, leading me to him. I stop. There he is. The boy, who both broke my heart and healed it. Victor. I touch his face- he must have died, to meet me here. I feel his chest, his heart still beats. I frown, not understanding how he could be here if he were still alive. He is staring at me as if he has seen a ghost. And he has, perhaps. I open my mouth to tell him I am alive, but no words come out. Strange. But then again, I am not alive anymore. But why is he here, if he isn't dead? He breathes my name, the sound fluttering through the air as delicately as wings, and I smile. But he looks terrified. "What are you doing here?" He whispers. "I thought you had moved on! What are you doing in the land of the Living?!" Land of the Living? What was Victor talking about? I had died again last night, unless... oh no. Suddenly I feel the land begin to quake like a snow globe, and I fall to the ground. Able to speak again, I cry out for help. He runs forward and grabs my hand. I hold on tightly as the unseen force shakes the world. But my grip is slipping, and the band of gold on Victor's fragile hand slides off just before my hand does and I am yanked into a dark cloud, his name still on my lips.