Chapter 5:

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Nina's point of view:

As soon as the light from the candle disappeared, I knew that Miles and I were in trouble. I could see nothing, hear nothing, smell nothing, taste nothing, feel nothing and my heart was beating a million miles per hour. I didn't think this was healthy. But even though my heart was ready to leap out of my chest, I ran. I ran as fast as my limpy legs would take me. Through the forest, across the field, I did not know, all I knew was that I couldn't stop, for anything or anyone. My arms swung back and forth frantically trying to keep up with my legs. I could feel sweat starting to drip down my neck and down to my lower back. Memories played like a slideshow in my mind of all the memories I could recall. Is this what happened when you were about to die? You relapse all of your memories into a long and slow moving slideshow? Scenes of my parents, pets, friends, teachers, the first time I learned how to ride a bike, the time I ate a slice of lasagne and threw it up on my mum the next day, my first day of primary school, the first party I went to, the time I was awarded highest achiever, graduation, first day of high school, my first kiss, my first high school party, the first time I met Kara, my first time drinking, streaking, smoking, breakups, fights, heartbreaks, and falling back in love again, joining the group, the long nights I'd stayed up crying myself to sleep and the night Kara died, all played like a movie in my head. My mind and vision were a blur, but I kept running. And running and running and running and running and running and running......
But that's when I heard a scream, and I knew that Miles was dead.

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