The cold, fresh air ripped and clawed at her lungs as she ran. Ran from the old, abandoned shack. Ran from the never ending trail of memories she left behind. Who could do such something like that to her best friend?! He was her companion, brother, hero, family, love, crush, sweetheart. So why the hell would somebody snatch him away from her so quickly, so fiercely? Emma's insides burned with anger, then the feeling subsided and was quickly replaced with the awful, dreadful feeling of grief. Emma fell to her knees and shuddered with the cold, hard feeling in her chest. She sobbed and sobbed until she felt as if she would spill her lungs onto the gravel-filled road. She didn't need a bigger mess to fall into.
