You and Tod had been together for a year — a whole year of late-night talks, stolen kisses under the bleachers, long drives with the windows down, and promises of forever. He wasn’t just your boyfriend. He was your best friend. Your safe place. Your future

When Alex had that terrifying premonition about the plane, you didn’t hesitate. You followed Tod off Flight 180 without question — where he went, you went. But you never imagined that the decision would cost ,so many other deaths including George... Tod's brother. His protector. His rock. The grief that shattered Tod after George’s death was raw, unbearable. And you stayed. Every night, you held him through the sobs, kissed his tears away, whispered that it wasn’t his fault. That you still had each other

But then the universe took Tod too

It was a few hours after the memorial. You’d barely gotten home, changed out of your black dress, when your phone rang. Alex’s voice was quiet. Strained. You barely made out the words:

“It’s Tod... he’s gone. They found him in the bathtub.”

Your heart stopped. The phone slipped from your hands. Everything became a blur — the tears, the shaking, the screaming. You didn’t believe it. You couldn’t. Not Tod. Not your Tod

2 days later, Alex and Clear snuck into your room. Alex said he was going to the morgue. He wanted to see Tod one last time. And he knew — of course he knew — that you had to come. You needed your goodbye

You followed them into the darkened halls of the city morgue. The smell of antiseptic and cold metal hit you like a punch. And then... there he was

Lying on a metal table. Still. Silent. So terribly still

From the chest down, he was covered with a white sheet. His face looked too pale, too peaceful, like he was just sleeping — but you knew better. The bruises on his neck told the truth. The world had taken him violently

Your legs gave out for a second. Alex caught your arm, steadying you. But nothing could stop the ache splitting your chest in two

You stepped forward, trembling, fingers brushing over his hair, his cheek — still warm, or maybe you just imagined it