She didn't think death would look like this, or that it would feel so callous. Even in the worst of her times with Ron, she'd never honestly pictured the moment of her final demise. If she had, she was reasonably sure she wouldn't have felt as bitter about it as she did now. The last time she was in this camp, she might have welcomed death ... but now she railed against it, screamed internally for a way to keep her rampant heart beating for just another sunrise. It pumped harder as a response, rushing loud in her ears, as if trying to show it still had more to give, now her life had finally started going again.