She looked at me skeptically, and then gave me words I would never forget: “I’m Christine Ray, and I saved you because you’re not dead. As long as your heart beats, you should be saved.”
My eyes shot toward Farine – who had been trying to escape – and I cried, “You idiot! Why did you do that?”
“‘As long as your heart beats, you should be saved’,” He quoted, “is not a rule I would follow if you were in need. I’d rather see you drown than breathe,”
“My gods Farine, you’re heartless!” Christine spoke a bit dramatically for the situation.
“Christine…”
Her eyes lit up as she faced me. “Yes?”
“Sorry to ruin the moment, but… you should have left me!” I got up, and started running home, tears streaming down my face. I could hear Christine, far away, yelling, “Wait, Zane!”
But I kept running.
And running.
For what seemed like forever, I felt so numb. So disconnected and dead, that when I tripped, I felt grateful for the cuts I had gained. Funny, though. I tripped right in front of my house, yelling just before I hit the dirt.
Jake, my older brother, busted out the front door screaming, “What the heck…?” I sniffed, and then muffled a laugh. Leave it to the Gods to send me tumbling right in front of my overprotective brother.
“Zane, are you OK? You took a nasty fall!” I hated it when he was stressed.
“I’m fine. I just hu-” I tried to get up, but the cuts on my knees told me otherwise. “Dangit…” I whispered.
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AWESOME!!!! I love your story so far, can't wait to see the next part.
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Thanks, I love to express Zane's feelings, so writing is a great way to let it go wild
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