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He stood up and shook off the odd feeling that was buzzing in his head. The last thing he remembered was- a gunshot? Everything seemed so fuzzy and confusing to him so he walked over to a piece of rubble and leaned on it. He shut his eyes and tried to form any kind of thought.
He saw a boy leaning over him, sobbing. He saw a girl run up with something in her hand. He saw three other boys run up, but something was wrong. He remembered the need to move, but he couldn't. He remembered how he felt the most complete despair that he couldn't comfort someone- but who? He backed away from the rubble, but stumbled and keeled over, grabbing his head.
The boy, his beautiful brown eyes filled with tears. His hair tousled, and falling into his eyes. The sadness plastered all over his face as he stood up and left. But everything before that, too. Reaching for his hand as he ran away. Comforting him as he fell into a terrible, self-deprecating haze. Reminding him of how far he'd actually taken all of his friends; how he was the true leader.
He knew- he didn't know how, but he KNEW. He had to make it back. Whatever happened, he NEEDED to find the boy with the beautiful brown eyes. Whatever it took.
A/N: Hey guys, sorry this chapter is so short, but the next few will be much longer. Thanks for reading it! This really means a lot!!! Make sure if you are a Mortal Instruments or Infernal Devices fan you check out my new story called What If I Live Forever; about WESSA!!!
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