"She looked into my eyes. Hannah touched us.During Latin, I heard Renee's phone buzz, and after class, after checking her phone, she told us she had s...mething to take care of and rushed off. Hannah and I went to our classes. Renee didn't reappear.That was fine with me, but Hannah became very sad. When I tried to talk to her about it, about how Renee was acting, she said, "Just give her time. You know how she is, but it will work out. Maybe Chloe will change her mind."Maybe, but I doubted it,. "Yes, it is time." Epilogue: A man sat on a bench in a park.It was a warm spring day, a day even more beautiful than the last timehe was here. He felt alive and he felt right.The soft late spring breeze gently rustled the skirt of his long floraldress. The ribbon on his hat also blew out like a pennant on a castle.His gloved hands rested gently in his lap as he admired the livingworld."Beautiful day, isn't it? I see you felt like feeling pretty too." heheard a woman's voice say.He turned his. Her hands to her lips feel almost as his lips, the soft music she plays in her room lingers in. She closes her eyes and her hands without thinking begin to roam. Her thoughts of him with her, her hands have found a place which has never been touched before. The place between her legs is soft, warm and inviting to the soft caress of her fingers, this in her mind is Him. She gently caresses the soft folds, and softly circles her small mound, the breathing is deep, her legs shakes, and she moans. He not only knows in advance he's going to die a horrible death and be betrayed by one of his most trusted friends, but he's so busy thinking of what it will mean to each of his followers he can't even grieve privately. He can't simply take the easy way out, say leave town or swallow hemlock. Instead he believes it's his obligation to suffer a horrid death mounted on a cross as dozens of people watch him suffer an agonizing death and cheer about it."Now, picture how much worse than that it was..