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I feel like tearing up as I say this. But here is the LAST CHAPTER OF LOVE'S SIGHT BOOK 1 OF THE KISSES FROM A PYROMANIAC series!

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Sydney:

I wake up in a stiff hospital scrubs.

My eyes blink away the soft microfibers of dust that float in the air like daunting dreams Everything is blurring, yet, I feel strangely aware of everything that's happening. Everything is moving around, like it's spinning and flying all at once. Where the hell am I? Must be some wack dream. But wait, if you think it's a dream does it mean it's not a dream?... Ugh, who cares.

I roll over, and a long bleep echoes around the asylum white room. A woman walks to me. And says something I can't understand. She repeats and I make out the word, "date" I grumble something about June and then get distracted. I look at my wrists, my arms, their covered in cuts and bruises. But before I say or even so much as think anything, I roll back on my side and start to wipe out. But right as I'm on the cusp of darkness, Duncan's voice whispers. "I-I… no. I don't want that… She'll never know."

I think I'm dating Leo DiCaprio….

"SYDNEY! GEDDUP!" Duncan hollers. The crust flakes off my eyes as they crack open. "NROOA!" I roar, half delirious with sleep.

"YES!" I feel the door bust open. And I turn over, Duncan's black straight legged jeans are wrinkled and stained. His party jeans.

"COME ON SYDNEY IT'S THREE O'CLOCK!"

"So?" I mumble and flop over, only to find myself being grabbed.

He slings my over his shoulder and carries me down the stairs.

"What the hell happened to me?" I finally manage to ask, staring at my beat up arms in strange bewilderment.

"I-uh caught you sleepwalking the last night. You got up, fell down the stairs went outside and got stuck in the bushes. All you were doing was laughing. It was weird."

I take that in.

"Yeah that sounds like me."

I take a moment. "You throwing a party tonight?"

"Yeah, last night remember you kook? I woke up in a sombrero and cuddling a plastic bear half filled with Oreos."

"When's you're next one?" I should even be asking, I already know the answer. He sets- more like throws- me down on the couch.

"Either tomorrow at Hunt's or next weekend here."

"Whatever," I mutter as I stumble around. In the pantry, I dig around. "Where the stupid pop tarts?"

He shrugs, his neon green streaks flopping in his face. "By the way, Trav was on the phone," He says as I yawn. "He says band practice, in an hour, be there or be square."

"Okay." I throw a hot pocket in the microwave.

"I'm gonna put on some clean jeans."

"Don't care."

"You should."

"Why?"

"I dunno." I trip my way up the stairs.

As I enter my room, I grab the remote for my stereo off my messy table. I get a strange feeling that my room is not the way I left it last night. But then again it was probably some partiers who came in here and screwed around with my crap or whatever.

I turn on the stereo and the harsh beat of Chelsea Grin shakes my feeling away. I throw open the door to my closet and begin to finger around it. Then my fingers settle on something soft and unfamiliar. I pull it out and the silky smooth black satin falls into my hand.

I take a side and hold it out. It's a black strapless dress, that I have absolutely no idea where it came from. Brown stains are blotchy and all over the dress and there's a black feather and a long albatross feather stuck inside them… The end of the dress is screwed up and jagged. I pull them out and them something washes over me. Something beats on my skull. I can't stop this feeling and then I drop everything. "Hey Dunk?"

"WHAT?"

"There's a weird dress in here?"

"Huh?" He comes running up the stairs and opens the door and slaps his face. "OH! That's Amanda's. She must have left it here." He laughs.

"On a hanger?"

"She likes to be neat!"

"Whatever, okay just get it out of here. And take these too!" I throw the dress and the feathers at him. I just want them out of my room. It's a cool dress, but it smells like birds and blood."

"Hey!" he laughs, but I barely detect a hint of nervousness in his voice. "That's a Falcon party!"

Laughing I shove him out of my room and grab a pair of jeans to put on and for a minute I think I hear the attic door opening. But it's only the music. And next thing I know, I'm running out of the house. Black tank, deep blue baggy shirt, that's falling off a shoulder and has an Asian symbol on it and a pair of ripped skinny jeans, and my beloved high tops and all. With a guitar on my back and a skateboard underneath my arm. I call goodbye to Duncan and hum a song that has been stuck in my head all morning. Come What May. From one of my favorite movies. And I sing along to the melody in my head as I roll across the street, a song in the air and a huge smile on my face.

Iggy:

The Charges: Dropped.

Kuma: Caught, and arrested for kidnapping her.

My Heart: Lost somewhere in the midst of suburban Houston, lying in the closet of someone who doesn't even know they have it.

As I fly away into the distance. I'm suddenly overwhelmed with a swarm of memories. I'm the keeper of them now. And I'm stuck with the pain of remembrance of everything while she lives on living her life. And my heart tears itself apart. But if she's safe I can attempt to be happy.

But it sucks.

I look ahead. Fang and Max play around in midair. Laughing and acting as if their the only ones in the world. I remember doing that. I remember what it felt like. And right now, it makes me want to vomit all over them.

I resist the instinctive urge to spiral down and grab her right off her feet again. And then when I remember I can't I resist the urge to slam myself into a tree.

Anyway, once again, as I fly away into the distance I take in everything that ever happened. But the summer was over. The hourglass dropped it's last grain. I try to remember I'm not the only one hurting. But with her face in my head all the time, I'll never survive.

And I take a deep breath as my wings beat to the slow speed of my heart. I feel myself softly sinking. With a loss so great, It's like weights on my ankles dragging me down. Even if she was the wing beneath my wings. And for a moment I feel her on my back. Softly hugging me around the neck. Her wild black hair flying in the air. I can feel her smile into my back. Eyes closed, her soft breathing indicating sleep, yet she tightens her grip around me in an embrace so warm I about let loose of myself just to feel myself fall again.

Goodbye, Sydney.

The memory returned to me, of the jail cell.

"You know I really fell in love with you." My hand disheveled my shaggy hair. I hoped she didn't think I needed a haircut.

I couldn't tell my tone. It was a cross between "please believe me" and "I don't think you believe me".

"Yeah," She whispered, a smile hiding her wavering voice. "Me too. I really fell in love with you too."

I should have kissed her right then. I can't believe I didn't. I lost my last chance at the only leak of light from the crack of the door. And now. Someone's put a towel in front of it. My eyes start to get hot and I stare at the sun until they sear away.

I'll see you in my dreams.