to think that this would happen. i don't know how, or why. but it happened.
there was a explosion, from what i remember. he hadn't been talking to me, at all. but now, i know why. he couldn't face me when he had to kill me. the road was wide open. it was dark. it was silent. i was getting tired. so i looked for a inn, something .... anything. but found nothing but emptiness. then there was a flash, then a explosion. i flew up in the sky. but i never hit the ground. i heard the gentle flap of wings. below me i saw flames. my car was on fire and in pieces. i look up and what was holding me. i could tell it was a man, maybe an angel who knows, but i couldn't see his face. "Stella why do you do this to yourself?" sighing he questioned pained. i knew i was severely injured.  i passed out before i could respond. he never told me his name. this darkness, this silence, its killing me. "Stella my dear its time to waken my dear." a man says sweetly.