“Dylan,” I choked out again, this time louder and more urgently as I swayed forward. My feet were dying to run—to the door, to Dylan, anywhere, really—and take refuge, but at the same time, I couldn’t seem to move an inch. I wrapped my shaking arms tighter around myself. It would stop. I heard footsteps. I swear to God, if he runs away and leaves me behind, I will— Five seconds. Six seconds. The earthquake stopped at the exact moment I felt Dylan’s front at my back and his hand curled around my shoulder.
