“I don’t feel anything.” She breaks into sobs, and I swear something shatters inside me. “I… I think she’s…”
Dead.
The word she’s looking for is dead.
Just like that, I feel myself fade. Or maybe I let myself fade. All I know is my body gives up on me, and I fall into a never-ending pit of darkness, trying my hardest to fight it. Until I realize that I’m never going to see her smile again. I’m never going to kiss her again. Or hear her laugh after telling her a dumb joke.
And suddenly, I don’t want to fight anymore.
Suddenly…
I want to keep falling.