BONUS CHAPTER

SCOTT POV

"Scott! Get up man! The weather is really nice. You might want to join us this time?", the sun just risen on our last day here at Lucas's newly acquired beach resort. He has been convincing me every damn minute to soak in the sun or kick a board for the waves. As soon as we arrived here, I was constantly bombarded with neverending leisure invites from the pack.

As a matter of fact, it took them a long time to persuade me to come here. And for five days, I have endured all their babbling and yapping. Personally, I'd rather get grumpy at work and grow more plants at home. I just got tired from Lucas' lame calls and frequent visits, so I had to say yes.

For months, the pack has been pushing me to do a variety of things to clear my heavily clouded mind. They never stopped planning parties, social gatherings and nature trippings to which I always turn down. They spurred me to find enough reasons to live, and look for ways to straighten my life. Every single day, they encouraged me to live happier and enjoy new beginnings.

I never did.

Spending my days and nights alone staring into nothingness, I lived a quiet life with social inhibitions that doesn't exempt the company of my family and friends. Every word that comes out of my mouth was often work-related. No one knew my pain, no one could fix my brokeness… and no one could fill the emptiness that has been here for quite a while.

They say music mends a broken soul. Well, fuck that because I hated music. I started to relate with the lyrics of most songs, so I stopped listening to them. Each morning is uninspiring, as I was too unwilling to find meaning to all my days.

I forgot how to dance, even a single step. And somehow, I hated seeing couples singing to a happy tune… it smashes my broken heart even more. So for two years, I never mastered the subtle art of moving on. My life simply stopped ever since that night.

I opened my eyes and looked out the window as I sit at the edge of the bed. I scoffed at the bizarre outdoor humidity Lucas was admiring. "You call this a nice weather?", the palm trees sway at the light drizzle while the sun is brightly shining. The rain was thin and light, as I called it tears of the sun. But, what is nice about having a sunshine in the rain? It's a confusing weather that doesn't define the natural design of the athmospheric conditions… I say, it should be either the rain or the sun, not both.

"It was nice an hour ago.. if you only got up earlier, you would've enjoyed the sun" Lucas said as he sat in front of me.

"Scott, It's been two years since Diana died. Don't you think you should move on?", he said with much irritation. "You could imprint again, you know", I suppose Lucas is fed up with all my hang ups and dramas. However, I don't care.

"Heyy, Lucas", Austin widen his eyes at Lucas' insensitive and honest remark. I noticed him shook his head from side to side.

"You really want to go there, Luc?" I said as I stood up and walk out of the blue beach cabin. I heard Lucas apologize but, I was too stubborn to accept it. Maybe, I am full of drama but, I like to keep it this way. Leaving the two behind, I slammed the door close and went ahead to the outdoor tiki bar.

I never had a clear memory of that night.

What I only remember, I woke up bathing in Diana's blood beside her unrecognizable lifeless body. My torments and lamentations howled and echoed through the woods that evening, as I talk to the moon why it let brutality happen. Everything drained out of me until I have nothing at all. No amount of hard liquor, not even the unrequited change-of-environment, nor the peace brought about the turquoise waters could mend my very broken heart.

I just want to hear her voice once more… feel the coolness of her skin, and smell the scent of her hair.

Diana was the moon who lights up my darkest nights. She's the drug that keep me in sync with reality. I never knew that I could still be this attached to her even after her death. She taught me that it is possible to experience the mysterious ways of true love, despite having the imprint. I learned self-control and perpetual admiration not many wolves could do. Love is truly perennial.

As simple and elegant as it could be, I gave Diana a decent funeral along side her father, surrounded by her closest friends. I chose the Devlins land as her final resting place, as I filled it with white roses, and moongazer flowers. Kate didn't come, knowing she's already a vampire. However, on the day Diana was set to get buried, I noticed Kate behind the trees watching her dear best friend go six feet under.

I looked at the clear sunrise as tiny droplets of rain shower fall down. It's beauty was less admiring for it lacks something I knew would never be real. If only Diana is here, everything might have fallen into place. So how do I cherish every sunrise when Diana and I are no longer under the same sky?