Her hands suddenly clenched and the shadows around us shifted their attention toward attacking me.
I'm dying. I was sinking into the ground with black inky shadows pooling at my waist. Before I could think, my instincts took over. I clawed my way up to the surface, biting, scatching, and kicking at anything that moved. I had only one thought in my mind.
I am a survivor.
I was suddenly at surface level. My hands acted on a mind of my own and shot a wall of fire towards Reana. The weird thing is, she didn't move.
Her eyes were full of agony as the bright light died down.
"Reana?"
"Reana?
I couldn't see. I could only hear ragged breathing. My feet were stumbling over themselves trying to get to her.
"Reana..." She was lying in a pool of her own blood. She offered me a weak smile.
"I'm sorry..." she rasped.
"No, I'm sorry," I desperately gasped. I tugged on her shirt, urging her to let me carry her. "If we hurry we can still find a hospital!" Reana chuckled but then doubled over in pain.
"Heti...I accept my fate."
"Reana," I cried cupping her face to my hand. "You are the only thing I have left!"
Shuddering with each word she gasped, "Heti, I was selfish." Tears were flowing down her face by then. She reached out to swipe her thumb over my cheek.
"P-promise me this," she coughed with each word. "Don't make m-my death in vain" I nodded, tears flowing freely down my face.
"I promise!" With one last breath, her chest was still.
YOU ARE READING
FLAMES | A Tale About The Survival of The Fittest
Acción" I had only one thought in my mind. I am a survivor. I was suddenly at surface level. My hands acted on a mind of my own and shot a wall of fire towards Reana. The weird thing is, she didn't move. Her eyes were full of agony as the bright light die...
