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The worst kind of violation of being left alone and—
No.
With a deep breath, I cupped his cheeks and shifted him onto his back. “You’re not gone. I refuse. I won’t allow it. It’s not possible.”
His lips parted as his head fell to the side.
Glass cubes dug into my knees as I bent over him and wedged my ear against his chest.
Come on.
Beat.
Beat for me.
Stay for me...
My ear burned I pressed so hard.
My own heart stopped, waiting for his to reply.
Insidious ice slithered through me, leaving laces of frost in its path. My ribcage glittered with snow. My organs froze solid. I shook my head as sleety fog fell over my mind, whispering that this was just a dream.
Just a silly little nightmare, and I’d wake soon.
I’d wake, and Aslan would be beside me.
I’d wake, and this would all be over.
Wake up.
Wake up.
WAKE UP!
The car door opened.
I blinked from my sickening subspace as a cloud of marijuana smoke appeared, staining the night sky. A skinny guy with short black hair and chains dripping off his jeans tripped from the driver’s seat and stumbled to the front of his car. Blood oozed on his temple, and his nose looked broken.
The white pillow of the airbag filled the empty windshield, revealing he’d ploughed into Aslan hard enough to trigger the car’s protocols to take care of its driver.
The Mazda had kept him safe with seatbelts and airbags. Cocooned in a bubble of protection. All while Aslan was thrown through the air, launched by metal, propelled by a vehicle driven by someone high as a fucking kite.
Hate soaked into my ice.
Dangerous, treacherous hate.
“Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit!” He clutched his short hair, pacing around Aslan and the rubble of his car. “Fuck, is he...?” He toed him, and I lost it.
“Don’t you dare fucking touch him!” I roared.
“He’s dead. Oh fuck, he’s dead.”
“He’s not!” Tears broke loose, pouring down my cheeks. “He can’t be. I can’t—” I looked back down at Aslan, unmoving and silent by my knees. His cheekbone was swollen from fists, his lip split, his shirt torn. He looked as if he’d been shipwrecked again, only this time by glass and asphalt instead of sea and storm.
I fell on his chest.
Listening, begging, pleading.
