AND IF I CAN TELL YOU ANYTHING, I'D TELL YOU EVERYTHING. So maybe it was the sudden urge at that exact moment, which forced Eryn to immediatly clutch the demented notebook and re-read every word on that terrible date. None of this made sense. Nothing. This was written last year. These words are Jane's. This writing is Jane's. Eryn's eyes couldn't stand it anymore. "The pages were blank. They were blank... oh god, she slept with him, too. she sl-slep---" Eryn couldn't finish the rest, let alone, even think about it. She began laughing. Louder and louder. "This is a joke, huh? A SICK joke. Is this how you angels get entertained in heaven?" The questions were more of screams. She didn't expect any answers, though she kept yelling unanswerable questions and complicated statements. Eryn went through the rest of the pages. There was nothing.