'Abby,' Raphael cooed as he held my hand in his, forcing me to look up. 'Do you trust me?' I gritted my teeth as I stared at his platinum white hair and spat out a fat 'No'. 'Well.' He yanked me behind the lorry and crept up so his lips were grazing my ears, and whispered, 'you don't have a choice. We're the last ones left.' 'Of what?' My breath hitched as I tried to keep my heartbeat steady. 'You wouldn't want to know,' With that answer, he smashed his lips to mine. Highest Rankings: #42 in doomsday