The two turned the corner as Eddie rambled, and Demona's eyes never left him. He had recently had a darker aura over him, but in the moment, he was the Eddie she had fallen in love with 6 years ago. He was smiling like there was nothing in the world to worry about other than what casette to listen to in the van, and the only difference was the way the moon reflected off of his fangs -- fangs that Demona barely even noticed anymore. The second he said Demona Munson, though, anything else he said was forgotten. Hearing her name with his last name out loud and not just scribbled in the corners of her journals was . . . something she had not been expecting. Her stomach was suddenly full of butterflies, and her heart felt as if it was trying to escape out of her rib cage. The two had barely acknowledged their engagement out loud since it had happened, and to hear Eddie's voice say it was something she was not going to forget anytime soon.

It wasn't long, though, before the heaviness fell back over the couple. Eddie stopped to turn around, and following his gaze, Demona looked over at where he was staring. It didn't take a scientist to figure out that he was looking at Chrissy's grave, though, and she understood why he was staring at that grave in specific. She knew what had happened with the cheerleader, and she could see the guilt filling his eyes. They had come to the graveyard to see his mother, but that didn't mean there wasn't time for a second goodbye.

" . . . Do you want to go over? I can wait here if you want." As she spoke, her arm was slowly starting to drop off of his waist, but she didn't move from his side. If he wanted to go alone, he was free to do so. If he wanted to drag her with him, she would happily go. And if he wanted to leave, she was going to fight to keep her car keys. "It's your choice."