Chapter Twelve

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No one would ever believe someone if they told them that they would be in the position that Zander, Tyler, and I are in right now.

We have been around the twig circle for almost three hours, close to someone's death.

Sitting here, next to my friends, knowing that one of us is going to be gone by tomorrow is hard to believe.

"What time do you think it is?" I ask Zander.

By the time I finish asking my question, Zander passes out.

Oh, no.

I immediately stop feeling tense, all of this was over.

I look at Tyler, and he looks at me. We're both shell-shocked.
I stand up and walk over to Zander's body. He's ice cold and blue, his skin is no longer the beautiful caramel tone it was ten minutes ago.

His beautiful, green eyes were shut. His luscious, soft, brown hair was sitting still on his head. Regardless of the wind.

I feel the tears forming in the corners of my eyes, falling, one-by-one.

I didn't know Zander much, but I knew him for what he was--correction--is.

A hero.

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