Chasing Hope

Chapter Twenty-Eight» Carter:

I wouldn't say anything, but the autopsy would reveal many things. I had already accepted the fact that we were going to die, and that made things easier to handle. But not the fact that Justin would get away. The autopsy report would show that Spencer died from hypothermia, which although I had accepted my heart broke with every second I saw him and occasionally I would cry, and when they found me this bastard's DNA will be all over, and there's salvia on my forehead and neck and lips. I just wish I could see everything I loved again.

I wish I could see Dad, and I mean my Dad, not Jacob. I wish I could smell the roses that grew outside my window in the spring. I wish I could see the bustling city of Manhattan below me. I wish I could see my best friends again. I wish I could curl up with a book and apple cider during the fall time. I wish I could make an oil pastel painting. I wish I could ride on the beach with my horse. I wish I could swan dive off cliffs and see the glittering water below me. I wish that this creep would leave me alone. I wish Spencer was okay.

"Please don't cry." Spencer cooed from across me.

I wiped my tears away with the back of my hand and sniffled. I felt like a jerk. He was the one over there dying.

"I'm okay."

He frowned.

"These aren't exactly how I planned to spend my last moments. Me withered in a ball freezing to death. But please. Don't have this be my last memories of you. I estimate I have roughly an hour, statistically speaking."

Everything was blurry with tears, but that's my Spencer. Able to come up with a factual statistic even in the face of death.

"We're not statistics."

"That's funny. My dad said the same thing before he left us..."

I felt like I was being smacked.

"Please don't say that. I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry. I love you." he managed.

Then his chest stopped.