Ruin: It's Our Fault [BK. 1]

Tears and Tears, Ch. 10

[Picture: Ace]

Τι βλέπεις

What Do You See

SUMMER'S POV

Her eyes don't close themselves after she takes her last breath, and I don't have the heart to look at her lifeless body and close them. Ace has to do it for us.

The three of us just sit here, things are dead silent. The stillness doesn't seem to end, and the tears don't either. I cry until there is no possible way for my body to produce anymore tears. I feel sick.

Time passes slowly. I can't tell you how much, even if I really try to figure it out. But what feels like days later, I finally find my voice speak. "Is he dead?" I ask not anyone specifically, but my gaze is still set on a blade of grass.

"I'll look." Conner says after a while, and I have a feeling that he's been crying too. He rises, approaching Dakota.

My head lifts to see Ace. I bite my lip, shaking my head in disbelief at what has just happened. "Ace, she didn't-" My voice just stops itself. It is as hoarse as possible.

"She didn't deserve this." He speaks. "I know... We were supposed to protect her." He stares blankly, "It should've been me."

I embrace him in a hug, nearly starting to cry again. "Don't say that." I tell him.

"Guys...?" Conner's voice travels to us.

I let go of Ace, facing him, "What is it?"

"The body... it's gone." He is already back to us.

"What do you mean gone?" Ace asks.

"It's not there!"

Slowly, I rise. "There's no way...?" The words come out slowly as I trudge over to the spot where he had lay only seconds before. "He's gone." I confirm, and my sadness turns into anger, and my tears turn into fuel for that anger.

I frown at Ella- feeling something inside me snap. I slowly pick her up in my arms. I can't help the shaking of my hands.

"We'll bury her." Ace says, his head hanging low.

We do just that.

We take her to the woods, picking flowers along the way. It isn't a great place for her to go, but it's the best we have. What I think is an hour later, it's done, and I walk back feeling raw.

I don't speak-- none of us do. We walk into our room and just wait. That's all. I don't even have the heart to sit down and write. I just stand, letting time pass until an announcement rings outside that there's a Meet.

Conner has to practically carry me out of the room, since I can't bring myself to move. Sometimes crying makes you feel better, but I've ran out of tears.

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"Summer Lynn May, is it?" the experimenter asks me, an impatient flicker in his voice. His head is almost completely bald, except for a few patches of grey hair here and there.

"Yes," I say, not wanting to speak more than I have to.

"Bunk?"

"Fifteen." I remark, pulling my dark strands out from blocking my vision.

"Bunk mates?" His questions continue.

"Aceman Lane, Conner Steel, and El- that's all," I catch myself, swallowing back my tears.

He frowns down at me, "Okay, and you are all set."

He's an older man. Maybe in his fifties or sixties with a pair of old eyes. His tone is bored, and slightly irritated. I fight the urge to make some clever comment.