Fletcher died that night. After hearing me answer yes, he peacefully closed his eyes.
I thought he was sleeping at first. But then slowly I realized and the pain set in.
It cut me right down deep in my soul. My heart broke, but that was almost a physical pain, easy to deal with. My soul broke along with it, and I screamed from the pain.
When he had asked me to be with him, I had envisioned a few weeks of relative happiness. He must've known he was going to die that night.
I sat with him for hours, willing to wake up as the tears streamed down my face. His fingers grew cold in mine, and I dropped his hand.
"I have to leave now," I told him. "I won't be coming back."
Of course he was silent. I bent down and kissed him on the cheek. And then I grabbed my pack and fled.
I headed down a destroyed street, crying. I must've left a little trail of drops behind me. Even though I had only known him for a short time, I had opened up and told him everything. He had helped me understand why I had left. We had, impossibly, become friends.
And now he was gone. Again I was alone.
For a few seconds I considered going back to the skate park. I decided against it for excuses I didn't bother coming up with.
I walked for hours. My feet were complaining, but I didn't botherstopping. I knew that if I stopped walking I wouldn't be able to start again.So instead of stopping, I started running.
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Pertualangan"C'mon, mate," Josh stepped in and took him from my grip. "We have to let Lyla go and kill them." Luke wrenched himself around in Josh's arms to watch me as Josh walked away with him. Tears welled in my eyes as his little shrieks grew fainter a...
