When the call ends, the phone slips out of her grip. She stares out into the night, eyes looking as detached as I feel.
“She’s dead,” she whispers, and my skin tingles all over.
Her words send a splinter straight through my chest. I don’t want to believe it. Want to erase those words ever leaving her lips.
But what I saw back there, I can’t even find my voice to soothe it with a lie.
My gaze travels across the house, blurring with the rain that rolls down the windshield. My heart is beating so fast, I’m scared I might have a heart attack.
My bones vibrate, the coldness inside me mixing with the dampness of my clothes.
She would have been so fucking scared.
Alone.
We weren’t there to protect her.
The thoughts send hot tears rolling down my cheeks.
Who would take her from us in such an evil way?
I should go back in there, check to make sure.
The minute I try to open the door, Regina reaches for my hand. She softly shakes her head, and I instantly pull her to me, both of us sobbing and wrenching as we hold each other.
A piece of us—the third of us that made up our friendship—gone forever.
We’ve been inseparable since we were five years old. There wasn’t a day gone by when we didn’t speak.
We were soul sisters, had a bond thatwouldwithstand the tests of time. Nothing could break it.
Jenna saved us both that night, tried to fight for us when those who should, wouldn’t listen, and now she’s been ripped away from us.
Both of us scream as our phones chime loudly, breaking through the lull of our heartbroken silence.
I nervously glance at her as we pull apart, not aware of how long we held each other, but the house before us that formedpart of our childhood memories pulses with distant red and blue lights.
My screen is blurry through the tears and puffiness of my eyes, and I aggressively swipe the wetness from my eyes.
The messages flashes up, and my breath lodges itself in my windpipe.
Unknown: Lesson learned.
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Saint
Desire - MEG MYERS
Present day
IndieKentismyunwavering, unhealthy, and undying obsession.
I could experience a multitude of time loops and lifetimes.
I’d find her in every single one.
It’s never changed, and it never will.
