Page 235 of Nemesync
My hands trembled, but I needed to save her.
I quickly cradled her in my arms, noticing the open window nearby and the stained letter clutched in her hand.
There was a message.
She was dying, and someone left a fucking note on her body.
I held her close to my chest, my whole world fitting between my arms. And I’m scared, terrified to lose that feeling.
“We’re going to get her out of here now.”
Nikolai was frozen in shock, witnessing the pool of blood on the ground.
Herblood.
“Snap out of it, Nikolai!” I screamed his name so loud that he snapped out of his stupor immediately and began issuing orders to the others in the house.
I lifted Zanae’s bloodied body from the cold floor.
She was surprisingly light in my arms; her head fell back, and I saw it, her soul was living, she was so pale I could feel her pulse going lower and lower.
“Stay with me,Milaya.”
I carried her outside, detached from everything.
I felt consumed by something I’ve never felt before, I was soscared.
Scared that I failed. Scared that I didn’t give her enough of me. Afraid that I didn’t give her enough of a home
I was scared that the woman I would die for would leave me before I healed her.
I looked down at my heart before me and felt this agony pressing against my mind.
My bloody hands didn’t know what to do but pressed on the wound. “What the hell happened there?” My voice cracked in some kind of prayer disguised as a question, begging for her to hold on to me, tolife.
Nikolai could only shake his head, unable to find the words.
We have to save her.
There’s no other possible scenario than that.
“Open your amber eyes,Milaya,let me see how beautiful they are,” I murmured, my voice a low growl, as if my words alone could defy the gruesome reality.
10.
Fuck!Nothing.
I felt my chest drowning in a pain I’ve never felt before.
Every breath sent jolts of agony through me.
My gaze never wavered from Zanae’s face, my fingers gently tracing the contours of her features.
“You have to make it. You hear me? You can’t leave me; I’ll fucking come with you if you go.”
There was no more warmth in her; her flame was dying out, and mine was following because it was hers that allowed mine to be vibrant.
“Open your eyes I beg you, don’t go, I’m not even sure I would see you again if you go. I’m not ready and I’ll never be.”
