Cynthia POV
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She looks at me, concerned as we walk. Because I'm still crying.
I used to like it when she looked at me. Now I don't. I don't like attention from her.
My feet start to ache, and my back starts to weigh down, pain spreading through my body, and every step takes some sort of effort. I feel tired, and the air is getting heavier and heavier.
Kenya and I's breathing is getting heavier and heavier and we can hear each other gasp for air each breathe.
But it's okay.
Because the building is getting closer
Every step
Every pain
Every grunt
One step closer to the safe and soundness of that building. One step closer to fresh air.
It looks like maybe a few more days and we might be there. It's far and big and full of determination for us.
As soon as I start to feel grateful for what the world has given me. Air is less than a week. A best friend and crush.
I hear the worst noise.
A fall.
A thump.
Leaves cracking.
I turn around and see Kenya on the floor, gasping and coughing for air.
My heart my stomach and my whole body sinks.
I run to her, screaming her name, a tear on my cheek already because -
This can't be it.
Her face is purple.
It's it.
I feel her pulse.
It's slow.
I see her eyes blink at me.
She pulls me in and kisses me.
"I love you." She says and a tear rolls down her cheek.
I rest my forehead on hers, sobbing, because now I have nothing left. Nothing. My family is gone.
And finally, her last breathe.
Soft and gentle on my cherry colored lips.
That was it.
I shut her bright blue eyes and kiss her one last time before I bury her.
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Teen Fiction17 year old Kenya James always thought her life would be normal. She's overall very smart and had her life planned from beginning to end. At least she thought. All her plans become corrupted when the sun goes out. Now her only focus is to survive. (...
