Page 7 of Fall for Me

“Eli,” I said, “it’s okay.”

And it was. Or it would be.

But Eli, tears streaming down his face, balled his hands into fists.

“Seamus,” he said. “This is Seamus’s fault.”

“What?” Suddenly, I was snapped out of my own head and into reality. “No!” I exclaimed. “It’s not him.”

“It is him! He was driving, Chels, he did this! I’m going to fucking kill him.”

“Eli!” I shouted, grabbing at his shirt. But the movements only made my face scream with pain. The fabric slipped from my fingers and I gripped the doorframe for balance, waiting for the pain to pass.

But when I turned back, Eli was gone.

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