February 15th 2001 (two months and two weeks earlier)
“Luna! You have to hear this!” Leah called from the other side of her room. The walls of her room were covered with little Christmas lights and pictures of bands.
I walked over to her and lied down next to her on the ground. She was looking at a history book with her head in her hands. “A few weeks before the start of the French revolution.” She read to me. “the civilians could hand in requests and complains for the government.”
She turned her head to me and I saw that there was a certain glow in her eyes. I loved how she was always so enthusiastic about things. Personally I hadn’t figured out yet if I thought this revolution would be a good idea.
I gave her a confused look and laughed. She just laughed with me. “Well, people have been putting notes in your locker, right? It’s kind of the same! Maybe that’s a good sign!” she explained to me.
“I don’t think so…I’m not the ‘government’ in this situation. If it would’ve been the same situation, they would’ve put it in Ryan’s or Jessie’s locker.” I said. It was not hard to see the resemblance, though.
Leah looked at her book again. “Well actually you’re the representative of the civilians in this situation. The civilians of French actually gave it to the representatives of the civilians.”
That got me interested. I was sure it was just a coincidence. History doesn’t repeat itself, right? Even not on a way smaller scale. “What happened then?”
Leah’s eyes lighted up again. “Well, the representatives of the civilians got together with the representatives of the clergy and the aristocracy in a meeting with the king. They all voted for requests, but most got denied and so the representatives of the civilians left the room. They swore an oath to each other to not leave each other before things in the country were better. A lot of uprisings followed. It’s kind of a long story, but it ended with the king being beheaded.” She said and she grinned at her last words.
I flashed an evil smile at her. “Do you think what I think?”
She rubbed her hands together. “I guess so. Where do we find a guillotine? We need to behead some bitches!” she said and she let out a laugh that reminded me of the witch in snow white.
I laughed. “I think teachers wouldn’t even be that surprised if we’d show up at school with guillotine.” I said shaking my head while I thought about the ignorant teachers at our school.
“Of course not.” Leah said. “They have seen a lot weirder things. Definitely in the last couple of years. A dude once showed up at school in his underwear because he had lost a bet. No teacher said a thing.”
I chuckled and looked down at the history book. “Shall we take a break for a second? It’s actually already too much for me to have history at school.” I said and I closed the book with a disgusted face.
“But it’s so interesting!” Leah said, but she still took up the book, stood up and put it away on a book shelf. “It’s my favourite subject.”
I shrugged. “Well, I guess everyone is different.” I said and I stood up too. I walked to the bed and sat down on it. I traced the grew covers, they had white flowers on it. I actually was a little jealous of her room. It was so creative and so her.
“Without history you wouldn’t have gotten the wonderful idea of decapitating Ryan.” She said shrugging while putting the book away.
She was right about that. I had always hated history, but it was way more interesting when Leah told it. Maybe it was because history teachers were always boring.
It was also a lot more excited, because we seemed to be in a revolution ourselves right now.
Leah sat down next to me and smiled at me. “definitely true.” I said smiling back. “but let’s change the subject anyway.”
Leah sighed and seemed to think about it for a while. “So…are you and Vic still not together?”
I blushed. It was so weird that she was so straightforward. It was a good quality, don’t get me wrong, but she always asked questions I’d never expected her to ask.
“No. I told you, Leah. We’re just friends.” I said, but for some reason it didn’t feel right saying that. Ugh, why couldn’t those complicated feelings for Vic just go away?
Leah pulled an eyebrow up. “I know what you told me. But like seriously, you guys went to prom together.” She said and she gestured with her hands to make her words stronger.
I sighed and shook my head. “We went as friends, Leah. And even if I was together with him, why would I tell you? You’re like the biggest gossip queen of the school.”
Even though I meant it in a funny way, I knew my words had hit her. She still smiled at me, but it didn’t reach her eyes anymore. I immediately felt guilty. I only knew this girl for a few days, how was I supposed to know that would hurt her?
“I’m sorry, Leah. I really didn’t mean it like that.” I said. “I never thought it would hurt you.”
She forced her smile a bit wider. “No, it’s okay. It’s true. But I like to see myself rather as a messenger.”
She looked away from me and started staring at a picture of Nirvana. “No, it’s not okay Leah. You’re obviously not fine with it. What’s wrong?” It was weird, but I already cared a lot about this girl. I wanted her to be my friend and I definitely thought we could be.
She looked down at her hands and her smile faded a little. “It’s really nothing, Luna. Can you please drop it?”
Then I got an idea. “If you tell me what’s wrong, I’ll tell you how I really feel about Vic…”
Her head shot up and she looked at me with surprised eyes. “How will I know this deal is legit?” she said and she squinted her eyes at me.
I laughed. “I will start, if you want to.” I said. “But you have to promise me that you won’t tell anyone about it. And you have to tell me what’s wrong.”
I saw her doubt for a little while, but then her smile crept back on her face again. “Deal.” She said.
Ha. This always worked on Casey too. And on Vic. And on Jaime, Mike and Tony. Actually it worked on all my friends. It’s a little trick called blackmailing.
She walked back to her bookshelf and took out a little book, with a brown cover. When She laid it down on the bed between us, I saw that there was ‘the holy bible’ written on it with golden letters.
I chuckled. I knew what she was going to do. The best thing about Leah was that she always did very unexpected things.
She put her right hand on the bible and her left hand in the air. “I swear with my right hand on the bible.” She said. “That I won’t tell anything you tell me in confidence to anyone else. I also swear that I will tell you everything about myself you want to know.” She took her hand off the bible, but then put it back again, like she had forgotten something. “And last but not least, I swear that if I was right and you and Vic end up together, that I will totally plan your wedding.”
I busted out in laughter. I tried to say something back to her, but every time I opened my mouth I just started laughing again. It came to a point where tears were rolling over my cheeks.
“I’m glad I’m amusing you, but it’s your turn now.” Leah said grinning and she gestured to the bible.
I looked at the book while wiping away a tear. “But I’m not even religious. It won’t mean as much to me to swear on the bible.”
She shot me an annoyed look. “You don’t have to be religious to swear on the bible. It’s a thing people do in courts.” She said pouting. She started looking at me with sad puppy eyes. Ugh, puppy eyes were my weakness.
I sighed. “Alright.” I said and I put my right hand on the bible and my left hand in the air. “I swear on this bible, that I have never read before, that I will not tell anyone what you tell me in confidence to other people. Also I swear that I will tell you exactly how I really feel about Vic.” I said and Leah smiled at me.
“Perfect.” She said and she threw the bible on her desk. “You first.”
I opened my mouth to say something, but didn’t really know how to start. I didn’t even know how to explain my feelings for Vic to myself, let along to anyone else. “Okay, before I get to the feelings, I first have to tell you a few things that have happened between us.”
She looked at me with a serious look. I guess she figured that this wasn’t a subject I ever really talked about.
She nodded and then I went on: “Okay, the first few months that I knew him, I really only had feelings of friendship towards him. Yes, he was different than the other friends I had, but it didn’t mean anything. That was until December. I was on one of Mike’s parties and I had drunk a little too much. I got up to Vic’s room and kissed him. At least, I thought so. The day after, he had told me that we had never kissed.”
Leah shot me a confused look. “That’s weird…”
“Yeah it was” I said and I continued: “It turned out to be a dream. But then it got me thinking. Why was I dreaming that? And then he had been there for me in a very hard time…” I thought back at the moment went I cut myself in the abandoned bus. That memory gave me the shivers. “I wanted to know If I had feelings for him, and I figured that I could kiss him at twelve o’clock during new year’s eve. It would’ve been the perfect excuse. But I couldn’t find him in time.”
“So you never kissed?” Leah asked.
“No, we never did.” I said. “We almost did, just before prom, but we got interrupted. I just don’t know how I feel, Leah. I’ve never been the best at figuring out what I feel. And to be completely honest to you, I’ve never been in love. I can’t stand that I don’t know how I feel.” My voice broke at the end. I already had a lot on my plate, but this thing with Vic was really about to push me off the edge.
Leah apparently heard the break in my voice and put a hand on my arm. A gesture that was so warm and caring, that it seemed to rid me off my bad thoughts for a while.
“Listen, Luna.” She said. I had never heard her voice like this. So soft and calm. “Don’t try so hard to figure it out. If it’s meant to be, it will happen. And you’ll just suddenly know.”
I thought about her words. She was right. I was never the most patience person, so the thought of waiting till something would happen annoyed me a little, but it was the only way.
I looked to her and smiled. “Thanks, Leah. I needed that.”
“no problem. I give away advice for free.” She said in an attempt to cheer me up.
I giggled and then said: “You turn though.”
A flash of sadness covered her features. She stared back at the Nirvana poster again. I guess she didn’t want to look at my face while she told me. That made sense. Telling people sad things was so much harder when you had to look them in the eyes. Probably because eyes were the gates to the soul. Those gates were open when you told something so close to yourself. It takes an enormous amount of courage to look at someone during those moments.
She moved a piece of her bright red hair behind her ear. “Look, the reason why I didn’t like what you said is because I don’t like being that…I don’t like being used.” Her voice broke too.
“What do you mean?” I asked and I moved my hand to her shoulder, which resulted in tears rolling over her cheeks.
“I mean that people only use me to communicate between the groups at school.” She said, her voice trembling. “do you know why I always sit with another group every lunchbreak?”
She moved her head a little towards me, but she kept staring at the poster. I shook my head. “I always just figured you had a lot of friends.” I said. Now I knew that wasn’t true, I wondered what the real reason was.
“It’s exactly the opposite” she said. “I have no friends. I keep on switching tables, because no one ever likes me enough to be their friend. I don’t belong anywhere.” She raised her hands up to her face and covered it with them. Big sobs went through her body. “It’s so embarrassing.” She mumbled into her hands.
I scooped a little closer to her and threw my hands around her body in a hug. She kept on sobbing and I just let her. She needed to let it out. For some reason I had the idea she didn’t ever really let it out. She was the kind of person that kept her problems to herself for the sake of others. She still cared about everyone, although they didn’t really care about her.
I never saw this coming. She was one of those people at school that seemed so okay about everything. Happy and confident. At school everyone called her ‘the group slut’. But everyone had an insulting nickname like that, even Ryan. Only now I knew that that name probably hurt her.
Everyone needed affection, friendship, someone to go to when things got bad. I suddenly realised how lucky I was I had that. Leah, she had no one. Why didn’t I ever realise that? I guess everyone hides unexpected things from others. I guess that makes us all mysterious, but also broken.
I let go of her and took her hands away from her face. “Look at me, Leah.” I said. I wanted her to look in my eyes when I told her this. So she could look into my soul and see that I was sincere.
Trembling she moved her head towards me. Her face was wet and red and she looked tired. I didn’t blame her, crying was exhausting.
“Leah. You’re not alone anymore, okay?” I said while looking into her eyes. “I’m here. Don’t you ever tell yourself this is your fault. You’re amazing, okay? You’re my friend.”
Her eyes lit up for a moment at my last sentence, but then they lost their flame again. “You just say that, because you feel sorry for me.” her head drifted off from my stare again.
“No Leah, look at me.” she moved her head back. “I already considered you my friend.”
It seemed like she believed me now, a little hope appeared on her face. “Really?” she said, her voice was so small now.
“Yes.” I said and I tried to make my words as strong as I could. I needed her to believe this. “Certainly after those three times we have met up together. I have fun with you. Besides, I have never told anyone about my feelings for Vic. Only my friend from England, but not even as detailed as to you.”
A smile covered her face. She looked away from me and then back to me. “Really?” she said again, but this time it sounded more confident.
I let out a small chuckle. “Yes. Friends? Well, at least if you want too.” I said.
She said nothing, but she just hugged me. I hugged her back and after a short silence she said: “Yes. Friends.”
I smiled as she let go of me. Her childish kind of enthusiasm had filled up her features again, but this time it was a different kind of enthusiasm. It was a ‘tears of happiness’ kind of enthusiasm.
After a short but pleasant silence she spoke up. “This will sound weird, but I have the feeling things will get better for me from now on. I have the feeling I’ll actually start living now.”

April 29th 2001 ( present)
No.
I refused to believe this. The colour of her skin was paler than normal, her eyes were glassy and stared into nothing and her limps were too relaxed, but she wasn’t dead. That couldn’t be.
This was a girl who had her whole life in front of her. She was supposed to get married, have kids, find a dream job. She always talked about traveling the world. She never got to do that. But she will when she wakes up.
I sat down in the puddle of blood and grabbed her arms to drag her head into my lap. I held onto her head like I was able to force my life into her limp body. I would take her place in an instant.
Uncontrollable sobs left my body. With every tear panic, fear and sadness left my body. Maye if I cried enough, those emotions would leave me forever.
“wake up, Leah.” I whispered to her. “You have to wake up. Please, maybe not for me, you’re in this position because of me, but for Mike, Tony, Vic, Jaime, your dad.”
I stared into her light brown eyes, but there was no reaction, just emptiness. My sobs got heavier again and I clenched my arms around her head. This was my fault, she was dead because of me. She was saving me. This isn’t fair. She was a better person than most people on this planet were. Why her? Whoever it was that controlled death, god, mother nature, destiny, that person has no sense of justice. She was the kind of person that went to save someone, even though it was dangerous. She was courageous and loving and I couldn’t help but think that the average of good people on this earth has just gone down.
Someone please tell me, why she needed to go. She has done nothing wrong. Even though I’m not religious, I always used to think the world made sense. Until this very moment. It was like the word was playing a game of soccer and decided to kick one of its best players of the team.
All this time trapped in this shed. I was worrying about myself. I was only worrying about my own pain, my own trouble. I wished every day for someone to come and save me. Now I wished it would’ve never happened. I’d rather spend the rest of my life in this hell hole, if it meant Leah would come back. So she could hang out with her friends, that she only had for two months, so she could help the world be a better place with her constant enthusiasm.
But there was no turning back now. She wasn’t going to come back. I didn’t know how much time had passed since Ryan, Justin and Peter left, but I did know the sun had moved a little bit higher now.
I wondered where Leah was now. If she was in heaven, if there even was such a place. If her spirit would be inside another body right now. If she was maybe looking down on me and her body. Wherever she was now, she was alone and I was not going to leave her.
I knew I couldn’t sit here forever. I was going to die of dehydration and exhaustion if I did. And Leah, she would rot. The thought of that made me sick. She wasn’t supposed to rot. She was supposed to live.
I looked over her body, now it was still the same, trying to print it in my memory. But her body wasn’t the same, it was bruised and covered in blood. This wasn’t how she normally was. But still, this was how I was supposed to remember my last moments with her.
When I was looking at her legs I suddenly saw something silvery stick out of the pocket of her jeans. I carefully lied down her head on the floor and crawled to her legs. With trembling hands I took out the phone. I pushed the home button and saw it was still working. On the screen, I saw that she had multiple missed calls from Mike.
With great effort I was able to type 9-1-1 into the device. I placed the phone against my ear and I heard the beeps, suggesting it was working. After only a few seconds I heard: “nine-one-one what is your emergency?” the only thing I noticed was that it was a woman.
I stayed quiet for a couple of seconds. What I was I supposed to say? “H-help m-me.” I muttered into the phone, my voice filled with panic.
“Are you in danger ma’am? Where are you?” the woman asked. She sounded calm. How could she be calm? She shouldn’t be calm!
I couldn’t think straight anymore, so I was only able to process the first question she asked. “N-not anymore.” I said. “But my friend…s-she…s-she is dead!” I screamed out the last words, breaking down in uncontrollable sobs that hurt my back. Realisation had slapped me in the face once more because I had said it out loud.
“Calm down, ma’am.” The woman said. I would’ve slapped her if I could. “Where are you? Tell me, so we can find you.”
I looked around me and tried to remember where I was. But it was like all my knowledge from before this day had been erased. “I-I don’t know!” I cried, tasting tears mixed with blood roll into my mouth.
“It’s okay, ma’am.” The woman said. No it’s not fucking okay. “We’ll come to help you. I’m tracing the location of your phone right now. Just stay on the phone, okay?”
I nodded not realising she couldn’t see that. “Okay.” I mumbled. My voice had never sounded this small before.
After only a few seconds the woman said: “I found your location, ma’am! Police and ambulance are on their way!”
Then I hung up. Even though she was trying to help me, I didn’t want to talk to her. The only one I wanted to talk to right now was Leah. Although Vic came in at second place right now.
I lied down the phone and took Leah’s hand that was placed on her stomach. I traced the bruises on her limp hands. “It’s all going to be okay, Leah. I’m here.” I whispered to her. “I won’t leave your side, I promise. I will be here, you don’t have to do this alone.”
Then I suddenly decided that I wanted to sing to her. Singing from anyone always calmed me down. The first song that popped into my head was ‘nothing else matters’ from Metallica. It was a song that always calmed down. I remembered saying to Vic that it was my favourite song of ‘the black album’. Since that day he had been trying to play it on his guitar.
I licked my lips and then softly started singing: “so close no matter how far, couldn’t be much more from the heart. Forever trusting who we are and nothing else matters.”
Not much sound came out, because my throat was still dry and tears were still running over my cheeks. But like I was singing, it couldn’t be much more from the heart.
I kept singing the song on repeat, even when I heard sirens in the distance coming closer and closer to where I was sitting on the ground with my dead friend laying in front of me.

Vic’s POV
I was laying on my bed in my room, listening to ‘the black album’ from Metallica. The power chords of ‘through never’ slowly came to the end of the song. The sound was replaced by the slow and melodic melody of ‘nothing else matters’.
Normally I would get up and skip this song. It reminded me too much of Luna. This was her favourite song from the album. But now I didn’t skip it. I don’t know why, but the song comforted me now instead of making me sad. I had always liked this song, but not like Luna. Now I actually understood why she loved this song so much. It makes you feel like your safe somehow.
Suddenly I heard a knock on the door. When I looked up, Tony, Mike, Jaime and Casey were entering my room.
“Any news?” Jaime said as he said down on my desk chair and started spinning in it. The rest sat down on the floor, except for Tony who sat down beside me.
I shook my head as I sat up and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. “Nothing.”
When I looked around the group of people, I really noticed how tired each one of them looked. They all had bags under their eyes and there was this empty look inside of them.
What I also noticed was Casey holding mike’s hand. I guess they made up. Although I was happy for them, I was also jealous, because they got to hold the hand of the person they loved and I didn’t.
Tony looked over to the radio. “Nothing else matters.” He said. “You’ve been trying to play this song for so long.” And he grinned at the thought of my horrible guitar play.
“It’s Luna’s favourite Metallica song.” I said a little bit absent. “That’s why I wanted to play it.”
And that was when we got all carried away by the song. We just listened until the song ended and the sound of ‘of wolf and man’ filled the silence.
I shook my head to get out of my trance. “Where’s Leah?” I asked, noticing that there was a certain redheaded person missing in our group.
Mike shrugged. “I tried to call her all morning, but she didn’t answer.” He said. “I guess she slept in this morning.”
Casey scoffed. “That’s bullshit. Who could sleep with everything happening?” she said but she still leaned down and lied her head on Mike’s shoulder.
“Where do you think she is then?” Mike asked, but he smiled a little at the contact.
Casey shrugged. “Maybe they have taken her too.” She said and her words brought a thick tension into the room.
“No, we can’t believe that.” I said. “It’s hard enough already to know that we’re already missing one person. We can’t have two people missing right now. Maybe she is just chasing a lead or something.”
Jaime stopped spinning in is chair. “She would’ve told us.” He said and I knew he was right. I just couldn’t have another person out of my life right now. I was quite sure I would explode if that happened.
The silence that followed Jaime’s words were deafening. During that silence I suddenly realised how young we were. We all felt so grown up, but we were way too young to deal with these kind of things. These days would scar us for the rest of our lives.
The silence was broken by the ringing of my cell phone. I hit the answer button and brought the phone to my ear. “Hello?”
“Is this Victor Fuentes?” the man on the other side of the phone asked. For some reason I immediately knew why they called. They had found her. Sirens in the distance had confirmed my thoughts.
“Yes, that’s me.” I said, my voice sounded a bit small. When I looked around the group I saw that they started to figure it out too now.
“You’re speaking with deputy John Bruce from the San Diego police department.” The man said and I swallowed something away. This was the moment I had been waiting for these last days. Now the only question was: was she alive or not?
“Okay.” I said when the man didn’t carry on talking.
“This morning at exactly ten past then am we have found Luna Fall. I assume she was missing?” the man said. I confirmed it and then he said: “She is okay. She’s suffering from starvation, dehydration, exhaustion and she has a few injuries, but she is free from danger.” I sighed and dragged my left hand over my face. She was safe. It didn’t quite hit me yet, but the relieve still found its way through me.
“Can I see her?” I asked and the shock grew on the faces of my friends. They were violently whispering with each other, but I didn’t quite listen to what they said.
“That’s actually why I’m calling.” The deputy said. “We asked her if she could give us the phone number of her parents, but she refused to give it to us. She said we had to call you instead. She’s still at the crime scene, some ambulance staff is threating her right now. I’ll give you the address and then you can come here.”
I stood up from the bed and looked for my car keys. “Of course, I’ll be there as fast as I can.” I said and behind me I heard people standing up too.
“Good, I think she really needs you. She isn’t talking about anything what happened and maybe she will when you are here.” The police man said.
After that the man gave me an address and I rushed out of the door. My friends followed me until I was standing next to my car. I told them the deputy only asked for me, but they refused to stay at home, so we all tried to fit inside my little car. Tony in the passenger seat and Jaime, Casey and Mike in the back seat.
Mike tried to call Leah a few times again, but she didn’t answer. Normally I would worry about her, but right now I had other worries. We would go to her house after we had seen Luna I figured.
The address was located in a very bad neighbourhood. Practically every shop was closed, apart from a really weird Chinese shop. Most of the other houses closed were too.
When the sound of sirens came closer and the blue flashlights came in view we neared the address. When I saw the yellow crime scene tape, the kind of aesthetic one only saw in movies, I stopped the car and got out of it. The others followed.
From my left I saw a wooden shed. The tape surrounded the entire shed so that must’ve been where they had hold her. The thought of it made me sick so I tried to keep my eyes of the wooden, with mold covered building.
I looked around the rest of the place. In between the narrow streets two ambulances were visible and three police cars. Wow. All that for one girl.

Luna’s POV
I was sitting in on a bench near an ambulance. I had one of those silvery blankets around me. Several people tried to treat me. They give me water and a piece of chocolate, medicines and blankets. They wanted to take me to the hospital later, but they first wanted a statement out of me.
At first the police thought of me as a suspect. Because I was the only one near Leah’s body when she was found. When they found the red strings around my wrists, that indicated that I was tied up, they figured that I was also a victim. A few minutes later I hold told them my name, the only thing I had and would tell them. Because pf that little bit of information they had found out that I had been reported missing by my father a few days ago.
They had also asked me other questions, but I tried to block them out, knowing what they were probably asking. In fact I was trying very hard to keep any thoughts out. Even though I was physically stronger now, I wasn’t mentally strong enough to think about what happened.
I guess they knew that. Because when they came in and found Leah on the ground they had taken her away and I had screamed. I had screamed till my lunges gave in. They needed to hold me back.
They knew I was crazy and so did I, but try to blame me after all I have been through. I knew at any moment, I had to return to my old life like nothing happened. I had to go home and face my mom and dad. I had to go to school where everyone would be staring at me. I had to face my friends and get reminded of the friend I had lost every time I saw them. Even though I wanted nothing more than to hug them, it would still be painful to see them.
But at least they’d understand and feel somewhat the same as me. That’s why I let the police call Vic and not my parents. Although I knew my dad would be nice to me, he just didn’t understand what I felt right now.
In the distance I heard a policeman say: “Sorry you can’t get through. This is a crime scene.”
Then a very familiar voice responded: “But I was called! I’m Luna Fall’s boyfriend.”
When I looked up, I saw Vic standing behind the yellow tape. He looked a little bit more tired, but for the rest he looked the same. I felt tears burn behind my eyes again, but this time out of happiness.
Behind him were Mike, Tony, Jaime and even Casey standing. What was she doing here? Were they all here because of me? Or did they already know about what had happened to Leah?
I stood up without asking anyone and threw off the silvery blanket. I started running while behind me I heard people yell: “You can’t leave ma’am!”
Before I would be carried away I jumped over the tape and threw my arms around Vic’s neck. I lied my head down on his shoulder and tears rolled over my cheek again when I realised I was free again. I hadn’t it realised till now. Probably because hugging Vic felt like coming home, more than actually coming home would feel like.
He threw his right arm around my body and he placed his left hand behind my head. He held me very strongly, like he was afraid that if he loosened his grip, I would be gone again. “Luna” he whispered against my hair, his voice filled with both sadness and happiness.
“Vic.” I whispered back. Behind me I heard voices, some from police or ambulance people, but some of them I recognised to be my friends. I didn’t want to let go though. It felt like letting go of Vic would be like letting go of my freedom again.
He loosened his grip and brought both his hands up to cup my face, so I was forced to look him in the eyes. I had my arms still wrapped around his neck as I was answering his stare. His eyes were wet of tears, just like mine. “I love you.” He said, his voice a little louder than first. I was taken back by his words, he had never told me that. Although I had never minded and although I know he did, I realised now how much I had craved to hear these words. They made the sadness be replaced by happiness for a little while.
A tear rolled over my cheek as I placed a small, but tender kiss on his soft lips. “I love you too.” I answered with my still raspy voice. A small but weak smile appeared on his face and then he dragged me into a hug again.

Notes

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okay so, the girl that has made a trailer for this story last time, she has made a second trailer. I will add a link here. So go see it :) it's even better than the last one.

Sooo i have good news and bad news! the bad news is that I will probably be uploading this story a little less than usual. the good news is: it's for a new story I will be writing with three other super cool chicks! It will be called 'left for dead' and i will let you guys know when we have updated the first chapter :) it will be really cool I promise

I love you guys

xxxxxx

Nicky