As soon as we were alone, he swung me up into his arms, and carried me across the dark grounds till he reached the bench beneath the shadow of the madrone trees.He sat there, keeping me cradled against his chest. The moon was already up, visible through the gauzy clouds, and his face glowed pale in the white light.His mouth was hard, his eyes troubled.The point? I prompted softly.He ignored me, staring up at the moon.Twilight, again, he murmured. Another ending. No matter how perfect the day is, it always has to end.Some things don't have to end, I muttered through my teeth, instantly tense.He sighed.I brought you to the prom, he said slowly, finally answering my question, because I don't want you to miss anything. I don't want my presence to take anything away from you,if I can help it. I want you to be human. I want your life to continue as it would have if I'd died in nineteen-eighteen like I should have.I shuddered at his words, and then shook my head angrily. In what strange parallel dimension would I ever have gone to prom of my own free will?If you weren't a thousand times stronger than me, I would never have let you get away with this.