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At my shaking, her mouth pops open. "Come on!" I dip my head into her chest. My heart stops at the silence I find.
"No. Damnit, Eve! NO!"
My tears hit her cheeks, creating a morbid trail through her blood. I continue to shake her and plead for her to wake up, panic making my heart thunder out of control. My chest feels like it's about to implode with how tight it is. I can feel my bones rattling with each quake of fear.
She can't be dead.
"You were too late," the voice behind me is one I know well, if not a little different. I about explode in relief at hearing her again.
Whipping my head around, I'm shocked to find a young Eve. This is how I remember seven-year-old her...less than four feet tall, tiny, with way too much hair than she knows what to do with.
She's crying.
"E-Evie?" My eyes shoot down to the one in my arms...her face has lost all color. She's dead.
"Why didn't you save me, Noly?" Young Eve asks in a timid voice. Her large golden eyes pierce right through my heart.
"I-" I can't control the sob that bursts free. "I tried." The excuse falls flat with the dead body of my best friend wrapped in my arms.
I'm coated in my girlfriend's blood, and all I can say is, I tried.
A high pitch cry slips from the small girl behind me, making me flinch and cringe away. She catches the move and begins to wail harder.
"You were too late!" Her screech rattles the glass beneath us, a small crack appearing beneath her feet.
Suddenly, her screams stop. Her eyes turn cold, her face expressionless, while tears drip from her chin.
The only sound in the room is my labored breathing and pounding heart.
"And you will be too late again." It's then I realize the cracks beneath her have webbed out to surround her small feet.
She was right; I am too late. Again. It happens in slow motion, her frail body dropping with her arms flying up over her head. Her hair creates a shadow above her as she falls with the shattering of glass.
"EVIE!"
I lunge forward and reach toward my falling friend, only to be greeted with a dark room. I find myself seated in bed, covered in sweat, and panting hard.
"Shh, Nolan. I'm here, you’re okay." Ryan's voice beside me filters through my brain, easing some of the nightmare remnants.
He flips on the lamp next to him, highlighting the frown above his concerned eyes. I lick my salty lips, realizing that the sheets have dropped away from his bare chest, giving me an eyeful of his rippling abs and toned chest.
"Nol?" His hesitant voice is laced with huskiness from sleep.
Catching sight of the clock beside the hotel bed, I see that it's a little past four in the morning. The brothers got their own hotel room while Ry and I are sharing a single. We got in around eight last night, and we all immediately ate and promptly fell asleep in our respective rooms.
A gentle caress on my bare shoulder has me reorienting myself back to my boyfriend. "Nightmare," I mumble, swiping at my eyes. Snatching the bottle of water next to me, I down half of it in one go.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
I take a deep breath, "I was too late to save her. Twice." The final word comes out as a whisper. Ashamed to utter the words out loud.
His cool hand on my jaw startles me before it soothes my heated skin. "We won't be too late, I promise."
"You can't promise that."
Ry hums to himself before nudging me onto my back. My mouth dips in confusion until his hand trails from my jaw down the plains of my chest and comes to a stop at the top of my boxers.
"What are you doing?" I'm shocked at how easily he made my voice so airy. I almost groan at the sight of his eyes dilating. He's a bit blurry without my glasses on, but with him so close, I can make out the lust highlighting his features. I do groan when his other hand tugs at my curls, though.
