My breath caught in my throat.
No.
I would know if she was gone.
No.
I let out a roar and it filled the small space,“No!”I leaned over her and pressed my forehead to hers. I’d wasted so much time fucking around, thinking I was keeping her safe when really I should have had her at my side. “You can’t go,” I whispered. “I told Harlyn everything would be okay. I pinkie promised.”
How much time had I wasted pushing her away instead of holding her close? I was a fucking idiot. I’d lost another person that I loved. And it was my own God damn fault.
It was at that point I did something I never had before. I fucking prayed. I prayed for a chance to see her smile again. I prayed for a chance to feel her body warm and soft against me. I prayed for a chance to tell her I loved her and that she was it for me.
She was my ride or die.
I prayed to a fucking God that I didn’t even believe in to bring her back to me.
Hadn’t he taken enough from me already?Hadn’t I gone through enough pain—hadn’t she?
I heard sirens in the distance.
I didn’t care. I was going to kill this asshole and they could lock me up. Give me fucking life for all I cared. Without her, it didn’t matter anyway. Just as I turned my head to look over my shoulder, I felt it.
I was only small, but I felt it.
A light brush of air on my cheek.