Page 247 of Ruin My Life
Everything else slips into fog. The hands that cut away my shirt, my jeans. That scrub the ash and blood from my skin. That press into my wounds and wait for me to react.
Do I react? I don’t know.
Then—
The lights go out.
My eyes flutter open in the dark and I don’t see the ceiling.
I seehim.
Damon’s face hovers above mine, strands of dark hair falling past his forehead. His nose brushes mine—just barely.
He’s the first thing I’ve seen clearly since the beam fell.
His dark brown, bottomless eyes lock with mine.
His brow is creased in the center.
His mouth is moving. But I can’t hear him.
I try to read his lips, but I only get bits any pieces.
“Com…….ack….to..…e...my…….tle...ro..s…”
Then his lips are on mine. Warm. Gentle. But desperate.
It doesn’t feel like a kiss. It feels like resuscitation. Like he’s breathinglifeinto me. Blood. Soul.Hope.
I try to kiss him back. To hold on.
But then—
He’s gone.
Replaced by harsh fluorescent lights.
The warmth is gone. The scent of him is gone.
Where is he? Where am I? Why am I here?
I don’t want to die.Please. Don’t let me die.
A mask slips over my face. The air flooding in is laced with something sweet. Too sweet.
I don’t want sweet. I want Damon.Bring him back.
There wasn’t enough time. We didn’t get enoughtime.
The edges of my vision blur—darkness curling inward like burnt paper. The world fades—
No.
This can’t be it—this can’t be how itends.
I used to believe in fairytales.
Used to hope there was one person out there who was made for me. Born to fit with me. Cut from the same cloth. Etched from the same stone.
