Short, yes. But I figured it'd post it anyway. ;)

She'd have been lying if she said she had never thought about suicide. Her husbands death hadn't been an easy thing. There had been many times she had thought about it. Though, she would have preferred using her gun. She knew that if she was going to do it she didn't want to linger.

But now, that didn't matter because no matter how she died, whether it be by her own hand or by a murderous psychopath's, she would always end up where she was now. In the ocean swimming to shore.

She ended up the same place she had before and this time Henry was waiting for her with clothes and her sister. She took the clothes without a word and starts putting them on watching her sister. Rosalie looked at her like she was scared. Of her? Or for her?

When she had put on the last piece of clothing Rosalie suddenly hugged her. She held on to her tightly. "Sorry about this,"she said. It hadn't been nice but it needed to be done if she was going to understand this. Rosalie had begun crying into her shoulder. She kept saying something Jo couldn't understand.

"I'm sorry about making you do that too,"she looked at Henry over her sisters shoulder.

Henry sighed. "I forgive you,"he said. He didn't look like he was okay and Jo couldn't blame him for that. She'd never want to see him die, even if she knew he would just come back. When Rosalie let go, Jo hugged him too.

"I love you,"he whispered in her ear. As if her heart wasn't already beating fast enough.

"I love you too,"she said quietly before letting go and turning back to her sister. Henry kept hold of her hand though, clutching it like she might disappear at any second.