Grace P.O.V
I slowly fall back see the sky fuzzing as i stare . I can berly move but I find the strengh to move my hand I scrap my hand across the dirty gravel. I don't want it to be it can't be Ella's hand NO she can't be dying like me ! But before I could think of anything a white flash smouthered my view but it went black . I slowly turn but th light still blided me i could make out a figure Ella.
