Bella was far too tired to truly appreciate the weight of what was happening. All at once her life was easing and imploding.

SHE was finally dead

Linus was actuvely trying to abandon her hours from her home

Cal, although a clear walking nightmare, was trying to help her and be there for her.

Nose was just sitting there

The 4 Horsemen of her own personal apocolypse each holding one of the remaining strings just waiting for their turn to pull, to have their round with Bella

It sounded so noble. Something that makes you think that on the other side is some bright glorious ending where Bella will be happy and ok.

It sounded like everything it wasn’t. Bella was what she thought was hopeful. This was her first real trip in blatant denial.

Bella had super glued the rose coloured glasses to her face and held them in place that so resolutely that she was actually fraying the remaining strings in the disentanglement of Bella and Linus.