Ed was not in a good mood. He had nodded silently upon Naomi's request, the one involving a welcoming committee, but he was horribly upset and hadn't spoken a word ever since. Now he was on his way to the Admissions Office, and he was in deep thought when he bumped into someone.
"Oh, Willow, I'm so sorry-" he stammered.
Willow immediately picked up on his negativity. "Hey, no worries. What's up, Ed?"
"It's my fault," he burst out, "the love of my life doesn't even want to live anymore. I've been meeting Naomi in her dreams, and now she..."
"You fret too much," chuckled Willow. "It's going to be fine. The victor will be a honorable one. I already know who it is, and unfortunately, we can't change that."
"But Naomi-"
"You need to stop obsessing," chided Willow. She opened the door of the Admissions Office. "A negative mood does no good. You are needed today, Ed."
"Why?" he asked.
Willow simply shook his head and walked away. Normally, she was so happy in the afterlife; this was a first. Something was horribly, dreadfully wrong. Nothing seemed to get Willow into a negative mood these days. As Ed closed the door behind him, he realized maybe he didn't want to know.
But, perhaps he already knew.
Maple was simply standing a good distance away from Theodore and Clair. Her intentions had been to finish off the young girl, so Theodore wouldn't have to; however, Clair would have none of it. Maple knew Clair would prefer a death at his hands, but she also knew how disturbed Theodore was by those ideas.
Sometimes, it was impossible to please everyone.
What helped one person would harm another.
Some questions had no right answer.
And life was always about those difficult choices.
"No... Clair..."
Where am I?
Somewhere between life and death, she waited.
There was nothing she could do. Nothing, that is, but continue to fight.
For him.
"I-I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."
There he was. At last.
He had found her after all.
"I'm sorry Clair... I'm sorry..."
The girl's one hazel eye focused on the boy, kneeling beside her with tears in his deep azure eyes. For an instant she could forget about the pain, and in that moment, her signature smile flickered on her face briefly.
Don't be sorry, she wanted to tell him. There's no need.
Even as the pain returned, Clair did not break eye contact. Her determination was too great, her will was too strong; and this was how she always wanted it to be.
Slowly, agonizingly, the girl drew a deep breath. She wanted her last words to be worthwhile; and what could be more worthwhile to say than the name of he whom she loved?
With her single eye pleading, glistening with tears not yet shed, she spoke.
"Theodore?"
