Not a Dream

As I faced my enemy I couldn't help myself from thinking, "If I hadn't come to Samoa, I would never had to face the inevitability painful death that I now faced." But I couldn't bring myself to regret my decision. If I hadn't moved to Samoa, I would never have meet Tyler, and that fact outweighed every regret I might have otherwise had. When life offers you a reality, so far beyond anything anyone has a right to expect, it's not reasonable to be upset when it ends. And that's exactly how I felt. Tyler always seemed more like a dream to me. To beautiful, to perfect to exist. Jason planed to kill me after this. I never gave much thought to how I would die. But this seemed a good way to go. I was dying in place of someone I loved. Jason would have killed Tyler if I hadn't stepped in. Tyler would probably hate me for a while after, but he will move on. No, I don't have any regrets. Jason, Victoria, Laura, and Lenard sneered at me as they stalked forward.