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Cyrus Anders

He kissed her…and it felt odd.

Casey Dupree stood in front of him with a tense expression splayed across her features. He was pretty sure that it had only felt odd because some of the electricity flowing through her body had transferred into his, causing small shocks to fly between their lips as they touched softly.

Cyrus heard his family calling out his name and shouting at him to ‘just hurry up and get on the helicopter!’ He had to admit that it stressed him out. He knew they were on a time limit, but he also knew he needed to do this before he never saw her ever again.

He just stood there, looking at the pretty girl in front of him. This was probably the first time he had ever felt like he actually loved someone, romantically, at least. He knew he was only thirteen, and realistically, he knew nothing about real romantic love, but at right then, he kinda felt like he somewhat did.

Even though they were quite literally about to die at the hands of some crazy folks from Whittier Corp and the anxiety was just absolutely boiling, or swelling, in his stomach; he didn’t care at all. He felt like if he thought about anything else for even just five seconds, he would spontaneously combust from all that was happening around them, so he just decided to focus on the kiss.

“Did you seriously just kiss me right now?!” She screamed at him with a forced voice. It almost sounded like she was dying.

“You’re mad?” He really hoped he hadn’t done something wrong to make her absolutely hate him.

“What part of ‘I need to concentrate right now or we’ll die’ didn’t you understand?!” She asked forcefully. As if her voice didn’t actually want to come out of her or speak any of the words she said. “And how am I supposed to concentrate when you go and put my first kiss on me?”

“Right, I know - I just - thought - with the whole ‘I may never see you again’ or anything. But, you know, I- I see your point.” He stumbled over his words as he mulled over his sheer stupidity for not understanding their situation. How could he have possibly been so stupid? This should’ve been a pretty easy and clear situation to read.

“Save it, Cy. Much better way to go out than some lame speech” He tried to smile slightly at her when she said that, but he knew he didn’t achieve it. “Who says I don’t have a speech?” He asked her genuinely.

“You really have to get out of here.” She said.

“I’ll keep it short then. You know I’m going to find you again, right?” He asked. “Not if I find you first.” Casey laughed, or, got as close to a laugh as she could given their current situation. “Deal.” He responded.

“So then…see you Flashcard.”

“See you, Cy-fi.”

He hated having to leave her behind. Guilt racked in his chest as he ran to the helicopter as fast as he could and hopped. Holiday asked him about where Casey was, but he just told her that she wasn’t coming with them. She was staying back to save them. She was staying back to save him.

He felt like he should’ve tried harder to get her to come with them or fought harder against the Whittier Corp officials, child catchers, whatever so that they could’ve escaped sooner with each other. He felt like all of this was his fault. But it was too late to go back and try to help Casey at all, so he simply had to sit there with the nasty emotional consequences of his own horrible actions.