Prologue
Landon’s P.O.V.
***

She smiled weakly as I grabbed her hand. “Don’t cry.” She whispered. Her voice was raspy and very brittle. I needed to suck it up. She needs me. She’s the one who is weak.
Everything about her in this state is weak. I thought to myself, as yet another tear rolled down my face. With her other hand, she reached up to wipe them from under my eye. Then so slowly, that I didn’t even notice at first, she closed her own eyes, dropping her hand from my face.
My throat was thick and I couldn’t seem to swallow back anymore tears. “Please.” I wept, my eyes never leaving her face. “Don’t leave me. Please don’t leave me. Please. Please. Don’t go. Please...” I repeated it so many times it became something like a chant.
“Landon...” She sighed sweetly. Those beautiful brown eyes—so familiar, yet a stranger to me—opened slowly. And as soon as they did, they dimmed, tearing her soul—and mine—from within.
***
Beep! Beep! Beep!
I jolted upright, drenched in my own sweat, maybe even tears. Most likely both.
Who was she? Why did I cry for her? Why was she bruised and in the hospital dying?
I soon found out as all the answers came slowly—one by one—within the next four months of my nightmare.

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Texte: I only did the blood splots on random pictures that I loved.
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 18.02.2011

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