her fingers clutched at his arm . when i looked out from the smashed window , i saw moon turn into a cloud of ash as he hit the parking lot . what the hell is it this time ? he 's bipolar , and i 'm crazy about him . i 'm sure it 's from the burn but i ca n't help feeling responsible . it really is too bad , now . i checked my phone and found the same missed calls i 'd been missing all week . 