Twenty-Three: Look at the Bright Side

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Believe Me

Ch 23: Look at the Bright Side

Sky's POV

2:20

16:7

21:8

"No, we- we have to find him!" Alesa shouts, matching my feelings exactly. Hmm. Does she still have lovey-dovey feelings for him? She'd better not. I thought she was over that.

"What if we can't?" I ask, voice breaking near the end of the sentence. I'm not... I don't... "The last words I said to him were 'I hate you,'" I breathe. I blink, and a tear rolls down my cheek.

Notch dang it.

"Sky," Alesa calls distractedly over her shoulder, and I frown, wipe my eyes with my glove, and walk towards her.

"What?"

"I- oh. oh, Notch," she chokes, backing away. I run up to take her spot.

"What is it? Do-" I freeze.

"What is it, guys?" Seto asks, teleporting over. His eyes go wide, and he glides forward.

"Did you guys find him?" Annie asks, and then she sees. Slowly, she blows out a breath of air, and then she moves to join Seto by the body.

"What's wrong?" asks Jerome, and then he gets here and calls softly, "Mitch..."

"What is it- oh."

Eyes closed, lips parted slightly. Face relaxed, as though only asleep.

A rip in his normally white v-neck.

It's red now.

Come on, Sky, look at the bright side.

At least I didn't have to watch.

"Notch dang it," Seto growls, moving around my friend's body in a blur.

"Oh, Notch," Alesa repeats from behind me.

I can't move. My eyes burn. Has it always been this hard to breathe?

"Frickin- no," Seto mutters.

"Sky?" Annie asks gently, reaching a hand out toward me.

"Ty!" I cry out, my voice muffled by my own hand over my mouth and distorted by the sobs that rack my body.

Seto glances up at me, curses, and then motions for me to sit by him. "Look, Sky, it's- it's not- it isn't your fault, okay?"

"I-I- He- How could it be anything but my fault?" I sob as I drop down next to him.

"It's not- It was his choice, all right? To save you."

"Y-Yes, but- we could've gotten out together, but I just had to freak out on him and hold us back-" I sniff. "And it's my fault. He's dead and it's because of me."


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