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Tears tracked down her cheeks and Kurt died a little inside. “Water,” she whispered, the tortured sound nearly lost on the wind.
Glenn snapped his fingers and the guards on Kurt and Rose gestured for them to shufflecloser to the edge. Rose cried out, her face wet with tears and snot.
She couldn’t swim.
But Kurt could. Like a fucking fish.
Two men held Caitlyn back as she tried to yank free.
Kurt drank in the sight of her as she met his gaze. Auburn hair shimmering in the golden light, the spatter of dark freckles across her beautiful face, those mesmerizing eyes as green as the jungle at her back.
“I love you,” he mouthed.
Her lips parted, and she froze. “Kurt—”
He turned and leaped into the sea.
