Hey! I'm dead again! Great! Just great! I only own myself! ParvsCookies out!

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Emma's pov

I gasp and cry into Connors arms again. My best friend, gone. "Shhhh. It's okay," Connor whispers. "I want to curl up and sleep," I tell him. up bridal style and carries me upstairs to my room. He sets me on my bed and climbs in next to me. I curl up into a ball and start to drift to sleep until Connor pulls me in closer to him. I roll towards him and nuzzle my head into his neck. He kisses my head and I fall asleep thinking about my best friend and how we could've saved her.

Z's pov

As I sat in the hallway, my head in my hands, I heard footsteps, the floor around me creaked, and then someone put their hand on my shoulder.

"I did all I could with the supplies I had, I'm so so sorry." The man said, sitting down next to me as I looked up. I could barely recognize him as the valiant Prince Toast, his face was tear covered, his eyes a dill gray, and instead of his royal style he wore a pair of grungy sweat pants and a t-shirt.

"We all tried, but some things can't be helped." I whispered holding back the tears I wanted to shed and leaning myself on to his shoulder, he was quite a bit older than me, and he almost felt like a father in some ways, and I felt comforted by the way he wrapped his arms around me. And then he took my shoulders, stood us up and looked at me.

"Come on, lets remember her valiantly, I'll have Hans make you a sandwich." He said quitley, my arm on his shoulder for stabilization purposes, and as we reached the kitchen and Hans looked at us sadly I almost felt as if these characters were my actual parents, things that outside of this household were just ink and film. And I would remember Jac, the way she was back then, valiant, funny, surprising, and with teeth as white as snow. I would try to forget the frailty of her death, and the desperation in her voice, but I never will be able to, that is what has been branded into my mind, and it's never coming of.