Lightning cracks across the sky, echoing the sound of wood breaking—rope splintering— A roar fills my ears, and all I see is him. Him. This sad, pretty boy I wanted nothing to do with. A boy who was just smiling and laughing a second ago, who is now looking back at me, begging me to save him, his mouth open in a silent scream. His cheeks white, devoid of that flush I didn’t even know I adored until it was gone. Skyler. And then he’s gone.
