Page 187 of Vameer

Mon Amour.

I pull air into my lungs. But my heart still does not beat.

My senses focus on the air.

It’s subtle.

Barely there.

Apples.

I turn all the way around.

Behind me is a soft red glow.

And it smells like apples.

I take a step toward it.

But then the glow starts to dim.

“No.”

I push my legs to run.

“Wait.”

I run faster.

The glow gets farther away.

She is leaving without me.

I call for my gravito, but it’s not here.

I cannot jump.

My pulse remains silent.

My chest burns.

My throat burns.

I sprint harder.

Faster.

“Prinsessa!” I reach my arms out. “You cannot go!”

The glow collapses into a pinprick of light.

Then it flares out in a blinding wave of heat.

My body combusts.

And my lungs fill as my heart crashes to life.

Red gravito bursts around me. Around us. Like fireworks.