Gay KOTLC - a Keeper Of The Lost Cities story

"Come back to me. Please."

Biana's POV:

I felt the rocks slip from my grasp and the wind create a blanket as I fall, my arms stretched out to the sky. I see Sophie crying in a heap on the ground as I fall down the cliff. The waves are hitting against the rocks, making an oddly calming sound for this kind of situation. Just as I feel the ocean spray on my back I see Sophie plummeting down after me, a look of strong determination on her face. I look down at the ocean below me and see a giant spire of rock jutting out of the sea. It's gonna stab me. Sophie's arms wrap around me, and then I feel a sharp pain through my stomach and I gasp. I see the rock sticking out of my gut and Sophie opens the void and teleports us away.

Sophie's POV:

I was too late. She was stabbed. Right through the gut. The blood was everywhere. I had opened up the void to The Healing Center and was busting down the doors. 

"Elwin! Come quick! Now!" I shout and lay Biana down on one of the cots. She's passed out cold and her skin is cold and clammy. Elwin rushes into the room saying; "What is it now?" then he sees the blood pooling from the gaping hole in Biana's stomach. "Oh my gosh! What happened?" he says and searches around for different elixers. 

"She fell off a cliff! And just as she fell on the rock, I teleported her here!" I say frantically, and louder than needed.

"Okay, okay. I'll see what I can do. She'll be fine." Elwin says. "I hope." he mutters under his breath. Elwin spends awhile bandaging and feeding her elixers. Everytime he does, I cross my fingers, but she doesn't wake up. Or get any better. 

"Sophie, it's getting late. You should go home, I know Grady and Edaline will be worried." Elwin says.

"Okay." I say, but before I leave, I kneel down and whisper in Biana's ear; "Come back to me. Please." and then I leap home.

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Sophie's POV:

I curl up in bed with Ella squeezed tight in my arms. I remember last night, wishing Biana was here. It was all my fault. I was the one who let her fall. Who let her get hurt. I cry harder, sobs violently racking my body. I choke on my sobs and can't breathe. I wipe my clogged snotty nose and sit up. I can't spend my time dying myself, especially from choking on my sobs. Instead I take a post-it note - A/N: Don't know if they have post-its but its part of the story - from my desk and write the same words over and over. Oops, I fell for you. Come back to me. Please. Maybe isn't the best way to spend my time, but I take the post-it and stick it on my wall. Then I just write out my memories with Biana, and stick them all over my wall. Overlapping each other in a great blob of neon yellow. I layer on more and more until my whole room is filled with post-its. And that's saying a lot, my room is big. Then on my Imparter I print out all of the pictures of me and Biana together - A/N: I don't know if they can't print photos either, but we're just gonna roll with it - and stick them up on the wall with the post-its. Biana had given me a blush palett one time, so I decided to use it. I dusted a few of my favorite memories and picture with the blush, sealing it in with glue. I didn't know if that would actually work, but I did it anyway. Biana had also leaped back to her house to grab a few things, and I found her perfume. I spritzed it one the blush covered memories and took in a deep breath. I already felt calmer, and sadder. I crawled back in bed, I never actually fell asleep, but I was able to rest.