"not all endings are happy sweetheart"
2023 note: this is only up for people to read and to see if i'm motivated to continue their story
* A sequel to Assured Liar *
(you don't have to read my book prior to this, but i recommend- the two stories are...
"Just like her father, can't resist a cry for help" she found herself chuckling at the idea, a sly grin slowly creeping up on her lips.
"Perfect"
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‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ new faces, new places ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙
With great effort, I dragged Laurence to the X-Wings, a trail of sand following us behind. When I got round the side of the jet, I dropped to the floor, out of breath and out of energy.
"Oh gods" I heard a voice mutter in the distance and pounding footsteps got closer. On all fours, I coughed for air, spluttering dry air everywhere. I kept my eyes on the floor, trying to focus and get back into reality, the heat still towering above us.
The footfall was muffled by the sand but it stopped and dropped down at my side, wearily I turned to look up at them and was greeted by an unfamiliar face.
I squinted, my eyes must've been deceiving me, the heat getting to my head, invading my senses.
She was... beautiful.
Hair, short and a thousand shades of gold, reflecting a rich light from the warm sun. Practically translucent blue eyes, pale skin working busily on my unconscious friend.
She fumbled around in her pockets, looking for something. After a minute she pulled out a long line of bandaging, ripping a bit off with her teeth.
"He's gonna be okay" she mumbled, tying a knot to secure the temporary bandage in place.
"Are you real?" my head was heavy, eyes barely staying open. Everything was becoming fuzzy and I was close to collapsing at Laurence's side. My mind was floating through an empty space filled with a thick static.
"I'm very real" she giggled, wrapping a bandage tightly around Laurence's bleeding hand, not asking why he was in such a state.
"huh" I flopped down to the ground, the girl leant down and a pair of arms slowly lay me down.
"What happened out there?" her voice sounded distant although she was right at my side. I tried to answer the question but the words were stubborn and refused to leave my mouth
"Let's get you some water" she twisted her body to reach a water bottle behind her, flicking off the lid.
"Here we go," she offered it to me, and without a word, I grabbed it off her.
"Drink up" she chuckled, watching me lap it up like it was the first thing I've drunk in years.
I gulped it down without thinking, seeping down my throat and cleaning out my oesophagus and my head shakes involuntarily at the cool feeling. The wetness lay on my lips comfortably, moisturising my dry lips.
