Chapter Eight

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"Now tell me what in the world happened!"

"I-I tried getting through the gates. Well I technically succeeded but I was shot a couple times in the process. I just really needed to see you," he starts to cough.

"Why did you need to see me so bad?" My heart starts to beat faster at the thought of him just wanting to see me. My hand starts shaking as I'm sowing up his wounds and I worry that I'll mess up and hurt him more.

"Phi, they took Abigail," and with that, my hope of him ever liking me is gone.

"Wait, who took Abigail?"

"The Fallen. Who else?" He spits his words out at me. "They found out what we were doing and only managed to capture her. God, she'll be dead soon."

At that, I've finished cleaning his now red wounds and I turn to sit down on my bed. Michael starts pacing back and forth across the wood floor, the boards creaking under each foot. After a few minutes at that, he decides to come sit down next to me on the bed.

"Do you really love her?"

"Yes, I really do," he states as he looks up at the fan that's on my ceiling. "I could picture getting married to her, having kids, then growing old with her."

Every word causes my heart to break more and more, but he can't know I like him.

"Why do you love her?" I know his answer will probably kill me, but I need to know.

"Well there are a million reasons why. I love the way she gets along so well with kids, and the smile that lights up her face when she becomes super happy. Then how if you look at her at just the right angle with the sun streaming in, her hair looks like it's on fire. And her eyes are so warm and inviting, I can't stop looking into them. Gosh, I'm probably boring you with my rambling," he laughs at himself.

"No," but you are shattering my heart.

"Come on, we should get back to my place so we can try and stop them from killing her," he rips stands up from the bed and I immediately feel the loss. "But we need to move quick, guards are posted everywhere."

Dashing through the apartment, I leave a small note for Chase when he gets back. Then we're off swerving through the maze of the city and out into the dark forest that separates the Fallen and the Nation.

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