Page 40 of Mercy Reunited


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It was both a beautiful sight and an aching sight, to see him cry.

To see him bare his soul.

Because I knew for certain, Endor had a soul.

I could see it in his tears, feel it in his touch.

His desire.

I refused to believe we were so different.Our differences were defined by appearance and circumstance.

Not by the measure of who we were beneath our flesh and bone.

“No, it isn’t impossible,” I told him, remembering my mantra in the darkest moments of my life.

I reached to wipe the tears from his eyes, knowing the answer.

I suppose I’d always known the answer.The way out of the darkness.

“You just have to have faith.”

Endor grabbed my hand, his gaze flashing back at the memory we’d been thrust into.

Miles nearly collapsed as their kiss broke.He clutched his phone to his chest, before pushing her away.Toward his broken window.

It took all his strength to do so.

His fingers tapped 911 and he pressed his phone to her palm.

“Go...”he said.

“Miles...no...I’m not leaving you here...”

Mercy let out a deep cough, her sobs coming harder.She grasped at him but he pushed her away.

“Go, Mercedes!Please...”

He pushed her with all his might, shoving her through the broken glass as sirens blared in the distance.

CHAPTER12

Mercy

The stenchof blood was acrid and I could almost taste it in my mouth.It was only broken up by the strong cut of antiseptic and bleach.

The world around me dimmed and brightened, like a pulsating sonar of day and night.

Voices surrounded me, but I couldn’t make out what they were saying.The edges of my vision were hazy as I tried to focus.Miles’s hand hung lifelessly off the side of a gurney, his lithe fingers so still, his bracelets sliding off his wrist.Every bone in my body hurt, but the pain was nothing compared to the ache I felt in my heart.

“Stay with me, Miles...”I cried, but no one could hear me.It took all of my strength to grab his hand.

It was cold, but I didn’t let go.

I couldn’t let go...

The darkness called me.It wasn’t vicious or angry or possessive.

It was soft.Like a whisper on my skin that beckoned me to give in.To let go.