He began to cry again he felt it was his fault that she was gone.  Feelings of remorse grew inside; he was becoming angry at himself.  He grew so enraged that he started throwing things around, all the little things he built were being flung towards the wall and the floor, he tipped over his table and ran out side and kicked his car.  Jebous picked up a large stick and slammed it into the hood of his car, breaking out the windows.  He flattened the tires and smashed the doors in.  All this rage flowing out of him he quickly became tired and went inside.

              His bed was a wreck so he sat next to the turtle looking figure.  He cried out “Tate.”  He just sat there for a while and went to sleep.  When he woke up he didn’t move, he just stayed there thinking to him self.  He was unsure what to do, he wanted to go into town she warned him about it, and still he persisted.  He didn’t even say good bye.  How could he go on living knowing that he could have been there with her.  He cried out “Tate I love you.”  He fell back asleep.  

              When he woke up again he stood up went out side to the box that Tate had left, he opened it and found a small bottle with a clear liquid in it, he knew what it was for.  He opened the bottle and yelled out again,  Tate I love you and I’m coming for you.  He tipped the bottle back and drank it quickly.  He began to feel dizzy, everything became blurry and darker.  He started to stumble as he made his way back to Tate.  He got through the door, and made it back to where Tate was.  As he stood there he could feel his body age rapidly.  His skin shriveled up and began to wither away.  He felt the pain of many years in just a few seconds.  Soon his legs gave out, as he turned to dust and crumbled away.

Copyright 2005 Moristino Goodister