`` why does it always happen to the hot ones ? '' the cool water swallows me up , slowing my descent and stealing the air from my lungs . like a year ago , last summer , or something . we part for an hour and meet back in his room . despite her blow off , i did like chatting with her . and the news that his brother was dead . in itself it has no conclusion . she knew that made sense , it just seemed so out of character with him . apparently that was asking too much . 