Page 85 of Light in the Dark

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Fucking raccoon. Next time, I'm plowing over the fat little bitch.

Me:

H—

E—

L—

P—

I have to type each letter carefully—everything is dark and twisty. I think I sent the message—I squint at the screen as if I’m drunk and see each letter in blue on the screen, but the blue bar is stuck a quarter inch from the right side of the screen, indicating the message hasn't gone through yet.

Please, please, please.

Fucking raccoon.

Also, fuck that stupid tall skinny rich bitch for poaching my man.

Bloop.

The letters arrange themselves higher on the screen, and the word "delivered" appears beneath the P.

Read it.

Read it, goddammit.

I can't make my arm work, can't move my fingers, can't stop my eyes from closing.

Stay awake.

Stay the fuck awake, Ember.

The last thing I see is "Delivered" switch to "read" and a gray bubble with three dots appears, the dots rippling.

I hear the reversebloopof incoming messages, but my eyes won't focus, and the narrowing dark surrounds me with swirling hungry shadows.

Me:

Fee

I manage to get them all together, smearing blood on the blue send arrow.

The last thing I see is a gray box appear:

Felix:

I’m coming. I'll find you. I love you.

Fuckingwhat?

Thisis when he says it? When I'm fucking dying?

That's my final thought before the ravenous dark swallows me.

Fifteen

FELIX

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