Then there was nothing. The world went completely silent without her. My tears had refused to stop falling, and I hadn’t understood that pain. I had not felt like that in centuries—not since my father died. I had cradled the empty shell that was Dianna, searching for the light in her gorgeous face. No longer would she laugh at the most inappropriate times. She wouldn’t correct me over the most idiotic things. She was gone, and I’d felt like a part of me was, too. I had known her for mere months, but in that short time, I had grown deeply attached to her. She’d helped me in my darkest moments,
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