Chapter 38
I’ve seen Death so many times that you’d think I’d be used to him by now. But I wasn’t. One minute the person you loved was there, the next they were gone, leaving only memories. I’d trade the greatest memories for the real thing, even at its worst, any day.
I didn’t cry this time even though the pain was just as severe. Another hole to add to my already cratered heart. I smoothed Rose’s silver hair back, wondering why she hadn’t saved herself. She obviously had the power to do so but had chosen to save me instead.
“I’m sorry,” May whispered. She was kneeling next to me, staring down at Rose.
I glanced at her. Poor May. A dark bruise, barely yellowing, covered the left half of her face; the rest of it disappeared into her hairline. Her eyes were red and puffy, and her despon
