Fallon POV
Destiny, my destiny, these words seem to float in and out of my mind. I wonder why I was put on this earth. Why am I so important to the reapers and the supernatural world? Why can't someone else lead? I am not sure I am a leader. I guess I will find out what I am made of soon.
I feel a strong arm touch my shoulder and engulf me. I turn to see Bruce. He pulls me into an embrace. "I am sorry about your parents," Bruce says.
It seems like I have heard I am sorry about your parents more times than I would like over the last week. I guess everyone is sorry. I am sorry too. I am sorry my parents are dead. I am sorry that my brother is dead. I am sorry that the people who loved me enough to hide me are also dead. Death is all I feel right now.
"I do not want to talk about death
