Forever Holding On

"Allen! Allen wake up!" I bolted towards the familiar white haired boy that was laying motionless on the ground. I tried shaking his shoulders to wake him, but got no response. "Allen, please answer me!" I said a litlte louder this time. Something had struck my heart, and it hurt. What was it that I was feeling, just a few weeks ago, I couldn't stand the kid, now I'm worrying about him like he was the only thing I had left.

My whitish-gray hair flopped infront of my face. I continued to stare at the motionless body on the ground, i stretched my shaking, bloody fingers toward his neck, I pressed my fingertips against his cold neck. Those three seconds, three small seconds, seemed like five minutes. My hopes were up so high I would have to climb Mount Everest to grab it, suddenly, my hope crashed back down into my throat as I slowly pulled my fingers away.

Standing up, i clenched my aching hands into a tight ball. Delivering this news to the Order was going to be the most painful experience i have ever done.

Allen Walker, is dead.