A Rippers Philosophy

A Soul's Literature

Yamani knew instantly Marie was missing, and was determined to find his sweet little soul. Riker promised to stay with me until he returned, but told us to find him if he was gone longer then 40 minutes. As he ran out of his room Riker, and I talked about each others family. It was really nice to tell him that my sisters hated me, and what happened to my parents. He truly understood me...someone actually understood me, and it feels really good. He made me smile the same way Yamani makes me smile, he made me laugh like I've never laughed before, and he made me believe like I never believed before. I felt loved for once in my life other then the love Yamani hides from me, yet he only showed it once. I couldn't stop thinking about him, and I feared I never would too. 40 minutes passed and I was getting worried, so Riker grabbed me and looked all over for Yamani. We finally found him in the library with Marie who was directing him to a book she wanted to look at. Riker and I were deadly confused, and when Yamani finally got the book he realized we were there. He looked at his watch and back at us then back at his watch then at the book, and he slowly smiled. He held the book up in his hand explaining why he grabbed it, and why Marie wanted it so badly. "Souls that are not sent to the afterword or the underworld wants to remember the things it loved. Little Marie here loved to read horror stories before she slept." He explained.
"Isn't that bad?" I asked.
"No, she loved to dream about what was going to happen next in her stories hoping that a happy ending was waiting for her." He explained further.
"Okay she learned what visualization is." I snarled.
He rolled his eyes in disgust as he grabbed Marie who floated her way to the top of his head, and nuzzled her face in his soft maroon hair. He chuckled as he left the library with me and Riker, but I was worried he wouldn't live up to his promise. Once we made it to his room I laid on his bed tiredly, and asked him to finish his story he was telling me earlier. He sat by me and told the rest of the story, and as he finished i became tired. I laid my head on his lap and went to sleep, but later in the night I heard noises. Crying noises...or was it noises of scarce? I was never sure because I didn't want to know, but it started to scare me. Marie was reading her book perfectly fine in a cat bed, I wasn't crying, so was it Yamani? I sat up to see him looking at a picture crying trying to be quiet, but it seemed Impossibal for him. I looked over at the picture which showed Yamani, Hannah, and myself. Together. Happy. Together.