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They are all empty.
I know this is wrong. Part of my mind is telling me something is wrong.
Where am I?
I’m… looking for someone. More than one person.
My eyes close. I’m so tired.
I’m so very tired.
45
Wynn
I’m walkingdown the streets of Boston.
It’s a cold, dreary day, but that’s okay—we like the cold days.
Lanston smiles at me, his beanie pulled down over his ears. Liam rolls his eyes at our friend but grins too. We walk down our favorite street, which has a bookstore and a coffee shop. It’s just down the road from our apartment. It’s what we dreamed of together. What we always wanted.
I’ve never been so happy in my entire life.
“Wynn, do you remember the first time we met?” Lanston asks gleefully.
I tilt my head. “Of course. Jericho’s counseling session.”
He nods. “That’s right. I saw your pink hair and how broken you were, and just like that, I knew.”
I grin and press him, “Knew what?”
“Knew that I loved you. Always you.” He brings me in for a tight hug.
It starts trickling rain as I look up at him. He’s crying, but his smile is endearing.
“I love you too. You know that.” I glance back at Liam, who is still walking ahead and getting further away from us. “Come on, we need to catch up or we’ll get left behind.”
Lanston shakes his head.“Not this time, baby.Go on ahead without me. I’ll see you two later.”
I hesitate. Our hands are clasped tight. I never want to let go. “Are you sure?” I ask, tracing his cheek with my forefinger and memorizing his lovely features, those kind hazel eyes and high cheekbones.
“Yeah. I’m sure.”
* * *
My eyes open. The familiar ceiling of the hospital welcomes me back into the cruel world.
I sit up.
No tubes are attached to me now, only an IV drip in my arm. James sits in the corner, slouched over and resting.
My chest still hurts. And unlike in my blurry, drug-induced state, I remember why.
Crosby shot us.
I look at the other beds in the room. All empty.
“Liam?” I call out, my voice hoarse from disuse. I have no idea how long it’s been, but my heart beats faster as despair takes hold of me.
