I never imagined it would end like this.
NoNoNoNoNoNo. I was in love.
I lifted my hands from Kyle’s body. I shook, ice filling the marrow of my bones. The night dripped thick and hot, making me fight for what little oxygen remained.
I gulped for air, then lurched forward. My hands hit the still steaming asphalt as my stomach churned up Southern Comfort and mandarin chicken. I sat back, road-grit burrowing into my bare knees like starving ticks.
A bird voice in my brain screamed, Run! But I just kneeled there, jelly-legged, staring as my vomit mixed with Kyle’s blood.