River gently holds my hand as we walk up to my doorstep, the front door opening and Mom smiling at me. River turns me, holding both of my hands as I stare at my feet. "One word. All I want to hear, just say one word."

"River, dear, you can't force this. She's lucky to even be going to school this close to being found." Mom walks to us, softly gripping my shoulders. I stare at my feet, tearing my hands from his hold and walking away from the house and down the street.

They call my name but I don't stop walking. I hold myself as I walk, stopping at the park, staring at the swing set and letting out a shuddered breath. I sit down on one of the grey swings, setting my bag next to me and gently swinging myself forwards and backwards, rocking myself with my feet.

My lips tremble and I let out a cry, holding myself tightly as I heave out sobs, crying harder with all the memories that were held in this park. My mind shatters as I cry harder, heaving out sobs as I listen to the crunching of someone walk gin to me. I wipe my eyes with my sleeve, looking at my lap as a small hand is placed on my knee. I look up, my heart tearing on seeing Eloise.

She moves and sits on the swing next to me. "Tyler still isn't awake." I don't say a word. She pumps her legs and starts to swing, then slowly down and looking at me. "Mae," I'm surprised she remembers me. "Want to have dinner with me?" I look at her as she stares at me. She was always so innocent, and I adore that about her. she stares at me as I shake my head, growing my violently as I let my tears fall down my face. "Want to scream?" I stare at her again. "Do you want to scream?" I hesitantly nod my head. "So why don't you?" I shrug my shoulders. "So scream. I won't listen." She smiles, holding her hands to her ears, pressing her palms against them.

I let out a shuddered sigh, holding myself as everything I've boiled is let out, River and my Mom running to the park as Eloise closes her eyes tight as I let out the loudest scream I could have possibly let out.

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After school, I stand at Mr.Henrys door. I shakily knock then walk in, Mr.Henry looking at me from his desk and staring at me as I walk in. His hair is out of place and his face is disheveled. He stands up, walking around his desk and wrapping his arms around me. I stay still as he hugs me, then letting go and walking to the other side of his desk, a soft, excited smile on his lips.

"Mae, please sit," I sit at the desk in front of him, looking at the writing on it.

Mae Davis & Tyler Brooks 5ever

I softly smile at it, looking up at Mr.Henry as he pulls the notebooks out from his desk. "I read them all last night. Your story, it's intriguing. You have a way with words, Mae. Everything you wrote left me one hook and everything feeling surreal, how you died twice while in Alexs handle and Tyler was the one you saw, your intimate moments with the boys, how you wrote down everything from when Tyler died, your thoughts feelings. I was intrigued with it all." I stare at the writing on the desk. "You have a way with words Mae, and everything felt as if I was going through it with you, as if a guarding angel. Could you tell me more about your time when you were with Tyler?" I know someone's at the door, but Mr.Henry is ignoring them too.

I open my mouth, closing it again and biting my lip. "I want to hear that too," I turn and look at Mom as she sweetly smiles. "I was going to pick you up, but this is more interesting." She moves and sits next to me, another body sitting on my other side. I know it's River.

"Please Mae," I look at Mr.Henry. "Could you entail me with what happened when you saw Tyler?"

I let out a shaky deep breath, putting my hands in my lap. My words fumble in my mind as I figure out how to start this, but I don't know how to start this. I speak before I can think. "It was white, then transformed into the night that changed my life, with the person I needed to see most." And I go on from there, my words shaking as I continue to talk, meeting Mr.Henrys eyes and forgetting River and my Mom were even next to me. I go on about how he knows he did me wrong, how he knows I tried to kill myself all those years ago and how I was trapped with no escape, how he wanted m alive rather then anything else in the world. "And he said, his only job was to get me across my life and into the next one, no matter how long it took for him to wait, he'll deliver me where I need to be, even if he can't be at rest until he does."

"So you're saying, he's going to wait until you die, so he can be at rest?" I nod as Mr.Henry hums, opening to the cover of the first journal and smiling at me. "I have a friend in publishing in New York, and I think–nah know, everyone needs to hear your story. What should the title be?" I bite my lip, in thought of what I should call my story.

I want it dedicated to River, but I think the one who needs it most is Tyler. His eyes always shined and, "Eyes of Him." I look up at Mr.Henry. "Call it Eyes of Him."

"Why?" He asks as he writes it in.

"Because the eyes are the windows to the soul, and Tyler's soul, was so dark, but couldn't be more bright." I stare at the markings on the desk, softly smiling as I run my thumb over his name.