She would beours.
“Mercy...”Miles’s voice was thick with pain.
Mercy hung in the balance, held by a seat belt, suspended in the darkness.
Miles reached for her, her head rolling as she struggled to breathe.
His pain was overwhelming.I felt it in every part of my being.My chest, my arms, my legs...
My right leg felt numb and it was very cold.
Miles sobbed.He blamed himself for the accident.If he’d awakened sooner, perhaps...
Though I knew it was divined.Nothing could have prevented this.
It was meant to be this way.
That’s the thing most people do not understand about death.
Like our births, it was all pre-determined.
Butlife?
Life was theirs to command.Theirs to live.
And that was the beauty of the soul in its entirety.The fleeting magic that existed within every human being was not infinite.
It was bright and it was powerful, but it must die to be reborn.
Perhaps if Miles had not showed up to whisk her away, she would have gotten in a car herself and drove to find him.
Or perhaps if Miles had not been her lynchpin, it would have been someone else, or something else.
The drive to move her things into her college dorm, with her father.
Coming home from a bar with her friends on a Saturday night.
But it was him.The boy she’d met online.Her best friend.
He was her life, and he was her death.
I gripped Valory tighter, seeking her warmth.It was so bloody cold.
Mercy groaned.“Miles...”
His gaze settled on his phone.It was too far away from his reach, and Mercy can’t reach it, either.His gaze flashed to her seat belt.
“Your seat belt...”he cried.“Can you unhook it?”
“What?”Her voice was disoriented and his...he sounded on the verge of tears.
He fought them, though.He fought the pain, because all he could focus on was her.
On making sure she survived.
The desperation in his gaze, the shake of his hand as he reached for her broke my heart.
Because heknew.He knew death was coming for him.
