/Jane/
I shook my head and began speaking before I could stop myself. "In that case, you would be doing me a favor." He slammed on the brakes and brought the car to a complete stop, his face expressionless and even a little horrified as he did so. “What?” I inquired, my eyes scanning the area for any animals or objects that we might have struck.
"Please don't think like that ever again, Jane. " "It's not pleasant to hear," he expressed regretfully. "Do you really want to die?" he asked, a serious expression on his face.
"Every day," I confirmed, not averting my gaze from the man's eyes.
He took a deep breath. “Why?”
"Why not?" says the author. What exactly do I have to live for? I'm going to be on my own for the rest of my life? Waking up every day with the knowledge that I was re
