Chapter 74

It was decided that Derek and the rest would go meet Scott on his homefront. It was the best way to show faith, Derek said. At hearing his 'plan' he received obvious less-than-thrilled looks from Melanie and Cora.

Jackson shockingly kept to himself. Derek could tell he was itching to say something though, a fight maybe. He watched Melanie closely too. That was unsettling too. He better have not tried anything with her, not that he would've been successful.

Derek only took Melanie, Cora, Jackson and Danny over to the Stilinski house. Melissa answered the door. She engulfed Melanie in a tight hug. Melanie fixed the black fox hair chopstick that twisted her hair in its up-do. Derek had found it a while back and got it back to her. She liked it much more than any hair-tie.

"You can explain it to them," Melissa said, relieved to see Melanie.

Her shoulders relaxed along with the tension in her eyes. Melanie couldn't imagine what it had been like for her. She couldn't imagine it for any of them, especially since she'd had her own hard time while away. Coming back didn't feel as good as she hoped.

"Explain what?" Melanie asked, her head quirking.

The others passed them on their way inside.

"Explain how the hell you're alive," Stiles said loudly from the living room.

Derek caught the glimmer of sadness in her eyes. It only lasted a second. Isaac stood in the corner of the room quiet. He didn't look away from Melanie. The turmoil between the two of them was still evident.

"We really would like to know," Lydia said darkly. Her demeanor was reminiscent of that like Melanie's first time coming to Beacon Hills. "I couldn't believe it when I saw Aiden. He was here (she gritted the next few parts through her teeth) even after he said he was never coming back. I slapped him actually. Then he said it was all thanks to you."

Melanie's eyebrow arched. For Aiden, that was a feat. Ethan had graciousness. Aiden? Not so much. His pride was overbearing. Lydia's arms were crossed over her chest and she stared up from her seat like an angry devil. She huffed.

"Hello, ginger," Melanie said.

Lydia's fist was clenched. Danny had settled beside her on the couch. He pursed his lips together and was ready to stop her if she leapt at Melanie. He was also trying not to laugh.

Melanie's presence was rocking everybody, yet she was unfazed. She looked back at Derek who leaned against the front door casually. He shrugged to them.

"You tell them," he said. "It's your story."

Melanie sighed. She wasn't sure where to start.

"It was when I brought her to the hospital after Danny had found her before prom," Derek said.

"Right," Melanie agreed, pointing a finger in the air at him. That was as good a place as any to start.

Derek rushed through the swinging doors into the morgue. Melissa was already waiting at end of the hallway. Her eyes were bloodshot and glistened with tears as she stared, lost and scared from the sight of him. His white shirt was stained red with blood as was the girl in his arms. Her limbs swayed helplessly. Blood dripped from the tips of her fingers. Her hair was knotty and hung in clumped strands.

"No," Melissa said in a half sob. Derek pushed past her. The teen's arms and legs swung limply. He rushed through the double doors of the main room. His breath was frost tinted. He laid Melanie on the metal gurney. The one dead bodies were laid on for examination. He pressed his ear to her chest.

"She's still breathing. I can hear it," he said. It was faint and left him wondering a most terrible thought-which breath would be her last? If they were going to do anything they were going to have to act quick, Flash quick.

Melissa took gauze to her knife wounds, applying pressure. She shook, sucking in a snot filled breath and shook her head. She didn't have enough hands to cover all of the bleeding. It was coming out to fast. Behind them, Sheriff Stilinski came through the double doors. He froze in a state of disbelief, his eyebrows pressing together with heaviness. Derek looked back at Melanie and caressed her blood smeared cheek. The bite could save her, but could kill her too. She was so close to death as it was. He didn't want to put her in more pain.

"Do it," Melissa said, trying to keep her voice steady. "However you do it, do it."

"No more," Stilinski said in agreement. "No more dead kids."

The consent was enough. Derek took Melanie's arm. The chance of survival was unknown. He just stared at the limp limb. Her fingers were curled into her small hand. If she survived, she would hate him. If she died, Isaac would die.

"Derek, do it," Melissa said more firmly.

That was all of the push he needed. Derek took Melanie's forearm in between his teeth and bit down. The coppery taste of her blood filled his mouth instantly. It was cold. His eyes glowed red. He moved around to the other side and bit her other arm. Melanie didn't move. The beats of her heart slowed even more. Leaning over her, he wiped his mouth of the blood. Tears fell from his jaw onto her cheek. He shut his eyes tightly.

"I'll clean her up," Melissa said and carefully guided him to a chair by the counter. He collapsed into the chair and stared at the poster of the human muscle system on the opposite wall. The human body was so fragile. Sniffles came from Melissa as she treated Melanie with such care, wiping each wound clean with gauze and alcohol until they looked like nothing more than simple cuts. Her shirt had been shredded beyond repair so it had been removed, leaving her in blood-washed jeans and her black bra. She tried not to, but shook as she tried to keep some semblance of composure. Sheriff Stilinski took off his jacket and set it aside then moved to help her.

"She's lost so much blood," Melissa wept, sucking in another deep breath. "What do we tell them?"

She wiped her eyes with her wrist and kept blotting. Derek turned his head mechanically and looked up at her. The color in his face was drained, making him a sickly pale. Melissa was waiting to see the wounds heal. Nothing happened.

"What do we tell Isaac?" she asked.

The single question put her in full sobs. She gripped the edge of the gurney tightly to keep her balance as her legs threatened to cave from under her.

After cleaning Melanie's body, Melissa moved on to her sticky, knotted hair. She washed it, using a small pan of water. Derek still didn't move. Afterward, Melissa covered Melanie with a white cotton sheet and then paced the room as the Sheriff tended to phone calls with his son and Parrish.

They watched Melanie, silently. One hour. Two hours. Three.

Melanie shot up, gasping loudly for air following it up with an achy groan. Her body felt like one massive black bruise. All three adults snapped from their numb dazes, Stilinski the fastest to react. He ran over and grabbed ahold of her as she started falling over the side of the metal bed.

She didn't speak, but sounds did come from her mouth. Sounds resembling screams almost, but weren't loud enough. Her voice was hoarse and so it was almost like a growling squeak or maybe a squeaking growl.

Derek came up on her side and grabbed her firmly by the arms. He stared wildly at her. She looked up at him with golden eyes aglow and fell against him in a weak heap. He held her tightly, feeling her fast and strong heartbeat. He whispered she was okay.

Sheriff Stilinski looked at Melissa who stared in complete awe at the girl. Melanie's features changed before their eyes. Her complexion evened out and her muscles thickened, but kept their feminine figure. The teen blinked rapidly. Her lashes grew fuller, as did her hair.

"Derek," Melanie spoke with a gravelly tone. "Derek I know who it is! I know who the darach is!"

"You were the one who told Derek," Cora said with great amazement. She smirked.

Melanie shrugged awkwardly and nodded. She looked at Isaac who was listening intently, though his face was still hardened more so than stone, and then continued.

Melanie's excitement grew, and she jumped off the table, sending it flying backwards. Melissa jumped out of its path. Melanie gasped, slapping her hands to her mouth. Her eyes softened apologetically, but it switch back to its urgency and she continued.

"It's Jennifer Blake, that stupid English teacher. I should've seen it! She was boring me to death with her poorly done lesson plans. It was like she'd never taught before," Melanie said, pacing.

Derek grabbed her firmly by the shoulders, catching her eyes. She struggled to remain focused. Her head darted everywhere, taking in her surroundings. Confusion sunk in. Her head tilted to the side as she stared at the wall of corpse holders.

"Where's Isaac? I need to see him," she said quickly. Her chest and stomach skittered with every breath as it normalized.

"You can't," he told her. The tone was firm. Her eyebrows furrowed with offense and her lips parted with argument.

"What? Why not? Derek, you can't do this. I'm fine now. You fixed me…sort of. I have to tell him I'm okay," she said, her chest beginning to rise and fall heavily.

"Blake thinks you're dead. We need to keep it that way. We have the upper hand," he said.

"You can't keep me away," she said through clenched teeth.

Her nostrils flared the way they did when she hit her breaking point. She was ready to punch him, kick him, do anything that would get him out of her way which probably included killing him. With her newly found werewolf status however, she knew that she had to obey. Her eyes flushed an angry fuchsia and her fist clenched, turning her knuckles white hot.

Derek could feel the fury. He gulped but remained firm. Like Isaac, she could probably kill him. A flashback of Isaac killing Ennis worked over and over in his head. It was her will, her connection to Isaac that could magnify her abilities.

"I can. As your alpha, I'm commanding you to leave town and find a safe place to stay. I don't want you coming back here unless I'm in life threatening danger," he ordered.

Her face slackened and her eyes watered. A squeak of a whine came past her dry, parted lips. Her face scrunched in pain. The kind that ripped the beating heart out of a person's chest.

"Don't do this to me," she pled. She grabbed his jacket and tried to shake him. He didn't move from his stance. "Please."

Derek pulled her against him and held her tight as she shook heavily with sobs. She beat his chest with weak, closed fists. He looked over at Melissa and the Sheriff. Melissa was already filling out the death certificate. She struggled in trying to keep a steady hand. Stilinski was on the phone with the bus station.

"There is a bus leaving for L.A in an hour," he told Derek. The three of them talked amongst each other as if she wasn't there. She opened her mouth to speak multiple times but there wasn't a chance for a word. Not even a goodbye.

The sheriff took her to the bus station, having given her his forest green police jacket to cover up and keep warm. Melissa had given her a grey shirt from the lost and found which just happened to have the school name on it in maroon. The jacket almost swallowed her whole.

She stared out ahead at the blackened space of night so broken that she was void of any real expression. Every time a car passed them the headlights flashed in her eyes, causing them to reflect the light. She hunched down and held herself tightly.

Once at the station, the bus already loading with people. The driver was getting bags put in the carriage. She moved to take off the jacket, but he put a hand on her shoulder.

"Don't worry about it," he said, his voice quiet and sorrowful. He squeezed her shoulders in his hands. "Give it back when you return."

Return? There wasn't any assurance that she ever would.

She nodded with a sniffle and got out of the boxy SUV. Giving the bus driver her ticket, she looked back at the Sheriff. More tears fell over her beautiful cheeks. She brushed her bangs from her eyes got onto the bus and moved to the back of the bus. She kept her head down as she sat down, keeping low.

The Sheriff waited until the bus pulled out of the station then followed behind it to be sure that she really left town. And she did. She was gone.

Once in L.A., Melanie settled into a small apartment just outside the Hollywood Hills. She kept to herself, trying not to draw attention to herself just like before when Seth was on her trail.

It was only a few weeks later when trouble nearly found her at a café. She saw Kali instantly, but the alpha didn't. Kali didn't even catch her scent. Melanie cleverly followed her to an abandoned hotel in the deserted part of downtown. She stuck to the low rooftops and fire escapes.

So this is where you ran to, she thought bitterly. Her nose wrinkled with disgust. Running as far away as possible seemed like a good plan, but she couldn't. She thought of Derek and Cora and her friends. The alpha pack wasn't very far away from them. If they decided to return to Beacon Hills, someone had to warn Derek. So she stayed, though much against her better judgment.

Melanie kept a close eye on them, having retreated back to her old self of hiding underneath a hood. They never saw her. They never even caught her scent. It was astounding that they weren't very good about being alert. She figured that it must've been due to the lack of members in their pack.

.One night, visitors came to the hotel. Lately, all of the days blurred together. Melanie couldn't remember what day it was. Visitors never came to the hotel. Her heart sank with heavy, painful pangs at seeing Isaac. Cora, Scott, and Chris were with him. She stopped breathing and then in small, heated gasps of air.

Melanie slunk back behind the corner she stood watch from and hugged the brick wall with her back. Her stomach twisted and yanked with yearning, making her eyes glaze over. How the hell did they come to L.A.? Why did they come to L.A.? Isaac and Cora were just two blocks away. Seeing the fire escape across the way, Melanie jumped up on the ugly red dumpster and onto the rickety metal fire escape and hugged her back to the wall again, counting on the shadows to help hide her.

"She's here. I can smell her."

Isaac's voice made her knees buckle. The morose tone was unbearable. Melanie climbed up the nearby fire escape. Looking down, he stood only ten feet or so from where she had been. Her claws extended involuntarily, and she held the railing tightly as it all came flooding back like a tidal wave drowning her. The memories, the feelings, all of it. She had come to accept that it was the past, though she would never feel okay again, but here they were within reach. Fate was playing with her. Ever so cruel.

All of her strength was expelled in trying not to go down there. Her stomach twisted painfully at seeing Isaac so desperate. He searched down the alley. She felt as he looked, but she couldn't go to him as much as she wanted to.

"Isaac, no," Cora said. "She's not."

Isaac shook his head.

"She's gone," Cora said, her voice wavering.

They stood there a while longer. Melanie climbed up the fire escape stealthily to the roof. Her heart pounded loudly in her ears. She spun around, sucking in a deep breath. She whimpered, remembering Derek's words. They were all that was keeping her from him, and he was so close.

"Son of a bitch," Melanie muttered, leaning over the edge and pressing her fingers into the concrete ledge. Her heart and head were fighting each other.

Melanie left before she literally tore herself apart. Staying in L.A. was too dangerous. Breaking into a nice silver Porsche, she drove to the airport. Money wasn't a problem. Derek made sure of that. They'd only contacted each other twice since her 'death'. The littlest contact made the better.

She went by the apartment for only a minute to grab the necessities. The place was barely furnished. She figured that she wouldn't be living there for very long.

Without turning on the lights, she grabbed her green duffel bag and began shoving her clothes in, not bothering to fold them. She pulled on the BHPD jacket and rolled the sleeves up. She decided that she liked the bulkiness of it. It was a strange comfort, like a hug almost and a reminder for the reason that she was sent away-to protect the others.

She stopped halfway to the front door and dropped the bag. The thwack of it was soft. She looked around. Something was different. The hairs on the back of her neck rose. She wasn't alone here. She inhaled deeply as her muscles tensed and thickened with only the slightest shift.

"Danny," she said aloud. He always a specific cologne.

The lacrosse player came out from the shadowy corner by the gray couch. He stared at her. There wasn't any real expression. His lips were dry and his eyes were bloodshot.

Melanie opened her mouth, but just shook her head unable to speak.

"You're alive," he croaked. More than anything he was confused. "I don't understand. I saw you…"

"Derek," Melanie replied. She looked down at her shoes. "I know you're probably pissed. I know I am."

Danny gave a short nod-of course it was Derek. He was just happy to see her alive without multiple stab wounds. He could punch Derek later for not telling him that he'd changed her.

Danny hugged Melanie tightly. Her head swam in a headachy mess of his cologne, but she didn't care. She hugged him back for all it was worth. She didn't have long.

"How did you find me?" she asked, pulling back after a good long minute.

"I'm not stupid." He put plainly. "I did my own research. The sheriff used his credit card the same night you died and Derek knew who the darach was awful quick without telling anyone how."

"Look at you being all smart," Melanie chuckled.

The reunion was short lived. They both knew it would be. He couldn't go with her and she couldn't go back with him, thought her heart ached to. He didn't leave without giving her a gift though.

"You knew…" Isaac growled. His head turned slowly. He stared at Danny viciously. "You knew and said nothing."

"I couldn't." Danny replied just as coldly. "I had a right to protect my best friend."

Melanie's chest heaved with a long breath. She didn't want to talk anymore. She didn't want to tell the story, not with Isaac hating her like this. She could put up the front that made him think she didn't care, but she hated it. His anger and nonchalance wasn't a front at all.

With Derek's nod, she kept on.

Cars honked as she sped past them. She clutched the steering wheel tightly causing her fingers to go numb. She had no intention to stop until she reached the airport. She put one hand over her chest, feeling the ring that laid there. It wasn't Isaac, but it was enough to keep her sane for now.

She left the keys in the ignition once she made it to the airport. People swarmed around like angry wasps as they sped around in search of something. Melanie wanted to be like them and have a place to go. Being reborn with a new purpose didn't grant her that wish. No, she was running again and wishing she could stop long enough to catch her breath.

"I need a flight to London," she told the flight coordinator. Her fingers clicked across the keyboard. Melanie's nose twitched from the irritating sound.

"We have a few seats open on the red eye. Coach or first class," the woman asked.

She couldn't be older than twenty-five. Dark circles hung underneath her eyes, probably from shifts like the one she was on now. Melanie wondered if she had a boyfriend or fiancé waiting at home for her. Must be nice to only worry about paying the bills and if your boyfriend is cheating on you, Melanie thought.

"First class please," Melanie replied. She smiled politely.

Melanie thought about walking away and not knocking once she got to the address Derek had given her. There were other places that she could stay, better places. Supposedly he was trustworthy, but other sources had once said that this guy was a total asshole. Melanie groaned inwardly and knocked on the dark wood door. The opened and she was addressed by a broad shouldered young man about her age, wearing a wife beater and track pants. He looked her up and down with a look of boredom. He had a strong jaw, and devilish blue eyes. The amount of hair product he had in his hair was ridiculous.

"You must be Jackson," she said, sighing.

"So? Who're you," he sneered. Melanie gagged from the violating once-over he gave her.

"Derek sent me," she replied with just as much snark.

She walked past him into the house. London...where people drive on the opposite side of the road and have their own lexicon, she thought.

Weeks of living with him and she was quickly annoyed with him. His constant flirtation attempts had her claws in his throat half the time. He found hilarity in it.

After four months, Melanie was struggling. It wasn't the move. She'd always wanted to see parts of the world. It was just never on her terms though. That's what was so shitty. Maybe one day. That one day felt like it was pretty far away.

What was ripping the air from her lungs, was not being home, not being in the one place she belonged. The feeling was a throbbing headache in her chest. She cried when she was alone and resisted sobbing in front of Jackson. She'd never felt this kind of pain before. More than anything she wanted to rip out her insides to make it stop.

Deep down, she knew that if she was home it would go away. Home wasn't Beacon Hills. It wasn't Davenport either. Home wasn't even a place. It was a person. Isaac.

She stared at Jackson's phone, having snagged it only a couple of moments ago. She slapped it in her hand a couple times, debating in her head. If she called Isaac, he wouldn't even know it was her. She opened the dial pad on the phone.

"Mel, no!" Jackson bellowed.

He reached for the cell phone but she spun away from him. He wrapped his arms around her. The phone cracked at her resistance.

"I won't even say anything! I just want to hear his voice! I'll hang up after hearing him!"

"You know you can't." He said a little harsher than intended, ripping it away from her. The number has been put in already. He stopped breathing at seeing that he'd hit send when taking it from her.

He pressed the end button instantly and huffed out of breath from Mel's fighting.

Mel growled then sniffled. Her nose was clogged and tears trickled over her beautiful cheeks. She fell to her knees, wringing her hands.

"I just want to hear his voice." Her insides twisted. She grabbed her chest, digging her nails in, wanting to rip the muscle from her body.

The mental break was sudden and struck her like a sledgehammer to glass. She wanted to scream and even thought about running. What stopped her was remembering that her alpha had given her orders. She wasn't allowed to go home. For that, she hated Derek.

Jackson stood with his arms outstretched. He stared around the room in search of help, though there was nobody around. Melanie hiccupped.

"It's killing you, isn't it," he said. Melanie rocked back and forth.

When she didn't stop after twenty minutes, Jackson picked her up and put her to bed. She didn't leave it for days.

Eight months after that, there was a phone call. Danny. He told her Derek told him to leave town and he did, gladly.

Derek was in trouble. The kind that he couldn't handle alone.

"We're going," Melanie stated, packing her one and only bag. Moving around a lot had taught her to always pack light. She did buy various things over the last year: new clothes, a few books, a new laptop. The majority of it wasn't packed. The laptop was packed of course, but she didn't pack her entire closet.

"Have fun," Jackson snorted as he lounged on the brown leather couch, flipping through TV channels. He propped his feet up on the coffee table all widespread and guy-like..

"Get off your ass you ungrateful little shit," she snapped, standing in front of the television. "He's your alpha too. All shit's broken loose back home."

"You call that place home?" he scoffed.

"I don't have any other place." She shrugged. Hopelessness hung in her eyes.

Jackson licked his lips and rolled his eyes. He went back to watching TV.

"Look, I'm going back. He's needs us and we're his family, his pack. Don't you want to do at least one non-asshole thing before Christmas time and be on the nice list?"

It had been Derek who gave him the bite taught him how to embrace the werewolf part of his life. Derek had helped him get out of town. The little prick owed him. She didn't get half that from Derek, though understandably. All of this werewolf stuff was touch and go. It was scary as hell, especially when she was having a breakdown. Teeth and claws came out and she would end up breaking things until Jackson could calm her.

Jackson clenched his fist. Melanie flicked her eyebrows and smirked, knowing he was going to cave. He always caved for whatever she wanted. He got her to paint her toenails one night.

"Fine," he huffed. "I'm only doing this because I'm hoping it gives me an 'in' with you."

"Not happening," Melanie laughed, walking away to finish packing. Ever since she arrived he'd been trying to get with her. He could go after any other woman and he wanted to screw around with the emotionally unstable one. It certainly made her wonder who was more disturbed. Him or her?

He rolled his eyes in that signature way and groaned loudly, letting his head fall back on the couch. What in his right mind would he think she would say yes?

They left two hours later and were on the next flight to Cairo, Egypt where two other werewolves resided. Jackson knew them from high school, saying that they also sought freedom outside of Beacon Hills. Melanie remembered seeing their files lying on the principal's desk a ways back. She wondered if Jackson ever realized that Derek let them leave because he cared too much.

Gathering others from the small town got her thinking: eventually everyone goes home. You could leave for years, but in the end there was that calling, the one that pulled you back to that familiar place that made your heart feel whole.

"Erica, Boyd," Melanie greeted, after finally finding their small desert cabin on the outskirts of the city. They looked at her completely estranged.

She'd lost four hundred dollars in the search for the two of them. People were protective of their secrets and they had a right to be so.

"Who the hell are you and what the hell is he doing here," Boyd said bluntly, nodding to Jackson. Erica snickered, twirling the tip of her golden blonde braid around her well-manicured fingers.

The two seemed to be doing well enough for eighteen year olds. The place they lived in was nice, bohemian.

"Derek. He's in trouble," Melanie said.

Erica stood up straight then. The laughter faded from her features and she looked to Boyd. Her eyes softened with alarm.

"What kind of trouble," she asked. Steady panic filled her voice. She wrung her hands.

"The kind where he needs his whole pack."

Boyd looked back at Erica. A silent conversation that didn't need words, and Melanie and Jackson weren't invited to it.

"Okay, we'll go," Boyd said with a nod.

They were much colder than Jackson, but easier to convince. He stood in the corner of the room shooting his former classmates slanted glares.

From there, they headed back to the states where Ethan and Aiden waited with a car at LAX. If it wasn't for their shirts being different colors, Melanie would've thought they were clones. Ethan wore a white t-shirt and Aidan black.

"Holy shit, it's true" Ethan blurted at seeing Melanie.

Aiden said nothing, but stared at her, his face paling. In that strange twin-epathy way, their shoulders slackened. Neither of them knew what to expect. They showed up on the words of the dead girl, wondering if it was true.

"Wow, you're looking at me like you've seen a ghost. It's the hair isn't it? All I did was get a trim," Melanie chuckled. She rocked on her feet with awkwardness.

"Danny's going to flip," Ethan said, taking her in for a hug.

Melanie looked away, pursing her lips together. Ethan huffed with disbelief. Melanie shrunk back and her face twisted with guilt.

"He knew you were alive!?" Ethan exclaimed.

"He found me!" she said defensively. "How is he?"

"He's okay. He's at Stanford right now. He wanted to leave after you…died. That was the last I heard from him since we left not long after the funeral."

"Do you have any sort of plan," Aiden asked, cutting the reunion short.

"Walk in, grab Derek, walk out," she replied.

"And if that doesn't work," Jackson asked with his usual amount of sarcasm. Erica slapped in the back of the head. He growled back at her, flashing his golden eyes threateningly. She sneered.

"Kick their asses." Melanie replied.

"They're our friends," Ethan said.

"And Derek is our alpha. They won't start a fight. Plus, there's the whole 'I'm supposed to be dead' thing," she said.

"This is stupid," Boyd said in a bored tone.

"Then why are you here?" Melanie spun, crossing her arms over her chest. Jackson took a step back, seeing that familiar death star glare.

People around them started to slow down and stare at them. Erica put a hand on his shoulder. He loosened up at the touch.

"She's right. He's our alpha. We fight for him."

"And poof. Here I am," Melanie said.

The weight of the stares from everyone made her uncomfortable. Nothing was worse than Isaac though. He didn't look away from Melanie.

She looked over her shoulder at Derek.

"Can we kill Peter yet?" she asked.

"It's long overdue," Stiles piped up.

Melanie grinned. He always did have a knack for having his friends' backs. The eager look on his face was a mirror image of the faces of Lydia and Danny. They all looked to Scott and Derek.

It was finally time for that long deep breath. The kind that feels so relieving that you close your eyes and smile. Your whole body relaxes and everything looks different after that one breath. It's because finally, the end has come..