Dying Doesn't Seem So Cruel

What More?

"I will not allow it."

"Emmett---"

"No, Dahlia! I won't let you become a. . .a monster for the sake of you not being a hypocritical fake."

I sighed, "I didn't mean it. At all."

"Then why say it?"

"I wasn't thinking about what I was saying."

"Just dop it."

"Don't yell at me, Emmett! You're over-reacting."

"Over-reacting? Just because I do not want the one I love to become a vampire and be damned to eternity, I'm over-reacting?"

"I'm going home."

"Dahlia---"

"Save it."

"Please don't leave."

I ignored his pleading and continued to gather my duffel-bag and back-pack. After tying the laces to my hiking boots, I stormed out of the house and began the trek to town. The rain had let up; clouds still blotted out the sun, but I was dry. A silver Volvo pulled up beside me; I continued walking.

"'Lia, please stop. At least let me give you a ride home."

"Why? So you can yell at me some more, Emmett?"

"I apologised. What more do you want?"

"I want to forget the day I ever met you."