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I didn’t ask him what that meant, because at the moment, I just didn’t care. The adrenaline from seeing Missy at the door and from breaking her face was draining away. Suddenly, I felt more exhausted and woozy than ever.

Trying to push past the feelings, I turned all my attention to Romeo. “Well? Did you see him?”

“We saw him,” Romeo muttered.

“Rome kicked his ass.” Braeden cackled.

“Are you hurt?” I worried and shoved away from the door.

“I’m…” His voice fell away, like all sound totally faded out.

I stood there, swayed on my feet, and stared at him talking, not hearing a single word he said.

I saw my name on his lips. Concern darkened his incredible eyes.

There was some commotion around me, but it all disappeared. All I saw was Romeo…

Until he disappeared, too.

And then everybody died.

The End

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Romeo

I wasn’t losing my shit.

For the most part. The only reason I was keeping it together was because she was in my arms, I could see the steady rise and fall of her chest, and I knew this was probably stress related. Rim was having a lot of trouble with panic attacks and anxiety, through no fault of her own.

I had no fucking clue if being panicked could make someone pass out, but it was what my brain was going with. It was the lesser of the bad shit running rampant through my mind.

No one ever told me falling in love so hard had the power to make a man feel so small. I wasn’t used to this; I didn’t think I ever would be. Everything I had was quite literally wrapped up in the woman lying flimsy in my arms.

Before Rim, I never realized just how much bigger everything around me was. How out of control in this life a man really was. We were all at the mercy of something greater… the universe, a god… luck.

I wasn’t entirely sure.

I never worried before. It didn’t matter what came at me in life ‘cause I was in control

But I wasn’t anymore. I hadn’t been for a long time. Since that day at the shelter, when I saw Rim soaking wet from the rain.

Now everything for me hinged on her. On Rimmel.

She was the only thing I couldn’t live without.

I found myself praying a lot, asking the force that was so much greater than us to just take care of her, to just please not take her away.

We were in the backseat of the rental when her eyelids finally fluttered.

“Rimmel,” I said, turning her face so I could stare down. “Open your eyes; look at me.”

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