Page 230 of Irreversible

It’s quiet. So quiet.

Over.

“Isaac.”

There are hands on my face. My body.

Soft, warm hands. They won’t let me drift. Won’t let me go.

I’m done. Let me go.

“Isaac,” she says. “I’m here, Isaac. Stay with me. Come back.”

My lungs fill with air. There’s life in it. The voice is a siren’s song. I feel?—

Her.

She shakes me.

My eyes open.

Everly’s face hovers above me. Frantic. Crying. “I’m here,” she sobs. “Isaac. I’m here. It’s over. Stay with me.Please?—”

“Fuck.” I rise on my elbows, wincing, groaning. Pushing the corpse off me.

Everly’s palms run over my body, gently moving around my still-impaled shoulder.

She’s here. We’re here.

We’re okay.

Her hands move back to my face, pulling me toward her. She rests her forehead against mine, then kisses my bleeding mouth.

I feel everything.

“You’re okay,” she rasps. “You’re okay.”

“We’re okay.” My voice sounds far away.

We hold on to each other in the rain, in the carnage—a pool of watery blood spreading around us.

It’s over.

But there’s something else here. Someone. No more than a whisper. A presence.

Everly lifts her face to the mist.

She feels it, too.

We’re not alone.

In the fog, in the rain, in the blood of our enemy running in watery rivulets down my skin…

Somehow, I know?—

Sara is watching.

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