Everything messed up. The thing I wouldn't want to happen had arrived. Winston left me and our child in my womb. The time could not be reversed anymore. If I could, then I wouldn't sleep to do it and wanted him to return as he was.
I was standing at the side of Viola. She stood on my right side; her left hand was on my waist, while her head had been on my shoulder. I had informed all the pack members of Odeta of Winston's death. That was why all of us stood, wearing all black, for the tribute to Winston.
Last night, I decided not to attend as I want to think about the past we shared, while I was still in shock. It was fresh from my memory of what we both shared, what he said, and why we had created a love story. All had been recalled not until Astro, in front, had announced something.
