Page 102 of With Love

“Travis, he had a weak pulse a minute ago.” Marshall and I run over to him and I lean down to make sure it’s still there. Marshall pats him down and finds his cell phone.

“It’s still there, but it’s getting weaker.” Looking down at Travis, I grab ahold of his hand and squeeze. “Come on, Travis. Stay with us.”

I don’t know if I imagined it or not, but it felt like he gave my hand a light squeeze in return.

“Ambulance is on its way,” Marshall says to me as I collapse against the wall behind us. Marshall sits, but I pull him over toward me, so his back is between my legs. I wrap my arms around him and hold him up.

“I’m so sorry, Marshall.”

“Shhh...It’s not your fault. There’s nothing to apologize for.”

“I should have trusted you. I never should have left. Owen wrote the letter,” I cry.

“It’s okay. Everything is going to be fine. We’re all going to be okay now.” Marshall turns around to face me. He reaches up and wipes some of my tears away.

We sit there, wrapped around one another, as we wait for the ambulance. Looking at the scene in front of us, I take a deep breath. It’s over. I almost don’t believe it. I don’t want to get my hopes up, but Lock can’t hurt us anymore. Owen, Jesus. I never thought I had to worry about him.

I look down at Marshall’s injured face. Even like this, he’s gorgeous. He looks up at me with those beautiful, emerald green eyes and I know that what he says is true.

His eyes.

There’s something about them.

There always has been.

THE END

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