"Claire!"
I had to cover my ears to keep them from popping. This scream made my knees week, made my head ache, my heart hurt. It was the howl of a man's devotion, of his loss and rebirth, then having it all taken away again. Normally this kind of yell would make me sink to my knees in guilt, because for my whole life up until a few hours ago, I believed that I was the reason Claire was dead. Now that was still true, but she chose to die, she could have lived if she wanted to, but she died for me.
A strange feeling entered my heart then. Jason would die for me, I knew that. He knew me from the moment I was born and was willing to die to save me. Claire never knew me. She was my mother while I was in the womb, but she had no idea who I was. And she gave her life for mine, for a life so scr
