His hand slips around mine as we trudge up the mountain. It's nearly sunset, and that's what he has planned for me, I think. He wants us to see the "mountain's brilliant orange eruption," as he puts it.
I think he means the sunset, or else it's a massive explosion of some sort. I don't want that.
We stop at the near peak of the relatively short mountain, looking west at the bright, orange sunset. Looking over at his face, I see the light turn his chocolate eyes golden.
"I love you, you know that?" I kiss his cheek, leaning into his shoulder.
He smiles down at me. "Yeah. Love you too, Zara."
For a while, we stare at the setting sun as the sky goes from blue to orange to pink to purple to black.
Suddenly, a thunderous boom echoes through the mountain range, shaking the ground. I gasp and fall backwards, but before I hit the ground, he grabs my wrist and yanks me upright again.
"What was that?" I ask, my green eyes swooping the landscape for the source.
He turns around and looks at something behind my shoulder, his eyes widening. "Avalanche!" he shouts, seizing my wrist.
We sprint down the mountain, trying to reach the Shelter before the snow hits.
But we never do.
We're five feet away from the Shelter, and I dive through the doorway, the wooded door slamming shut behind me just as the snow roars past. I stand, brushing the dirt off of my pants.
I look around. For him.
But he's not there. He never was, and never will be.
He's gone.
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Hello readers.
I probably should've put this note prior to the prologue, but I'm too lazy to change that now . . . so, yeah . . .
Anyway, I apologize for any grammatical or literal errors; this is my first work, and I'm working really hard to make it enjoyable and likable and all the other '-able's. This book idea is actually based on another book I wrote--not on Wattpad, so don't try to find it--and I'm trying to add some fantasy into this, so please comment on how I could do that(i.e. evil elven army, dragons, ect.,). I haven't written very much, but I'll try to add chapter as much as possible.
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- ThomasandI
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