Todos los capítulos de Meet me Halfway: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Part 2Death is a fortuitous event, unstoppable and cannot be undone. What death had taken, it could never be returned.

The first week of May would have been a roller coaster. The penetrating heat was sometimes so high that I found myself irritable.If not for Kyle, I think I would have gone psycho. I smiled and felt the tingles all over my body just thinking about

Another Kyle induced evening and I was worse than a hyper one year old by daylight. I cooked breakfast, which, believe me, never happened in LA. I run through some of the classic but lively and meaningful CD's stacked beside the player and let it hum around the house.

There's a fine line between pretending and not telling anything. Without telling, it would be easy to just shut up and change the topic but that would be called avoidance and my Aunt doesn't like to be evaded. On the other hand if I play pretentious, I might get caught in one wrong move but I could also hide how I was really feeling.

I woke up with a start. Kyle wasn't able to come last night and I dreamed about him dying. I do not know from what, which made me shiver despite the heat. I threw the covers off of me and found the house eerily silent.I raked the whole bed for my

I did not know what to feel. I was numb inside and out. Me and Aunt Hilda were like robots inside the funeral home. Well, I was specifically the robot. I walked in and out assisting the guests, relatives, family friends, and close friends of Allen and offered snacks.

I would have stayed with Aunt Hilda at the funeral home but most of the adults there told me that I should get some rest and be back tomorrow. The adults I meant were mostly siblings of Aunt Hilda's. Some of them were already children of one of the siblings. I wasn't fully introduced or maybe my head wasn't functioning well, I didn't clearly get their relationship amongst each other.

One of the things I hate about funerals was the lengthy mass. By the time Aunt Hilda had finished saying her eulogy which was mostly drowned in a puddle of tears, my head was aching. My family had flown here just for this day and I was glad, I was able to see and hug them. But I was nowhere near happy.

MATTKyle Jason Meridez was killing himself. As the Death Reaper, I was pleased to see him suffer. After all, he had been a little naughty.

I clenched my hand into fist. What on freakin' earth was Matthew doing here? And why was he wearing a black cloak and carrying a scythe?I gazed at Kyle and found that he was looking right at Matt. They were having a stare me down contest while the other three who had only moments ago been standing by the door were inching their way to get to me a