It was a rainy night in September. The streets were flooded, but Aiden didn’t stop running. Soaked to the bone, breath sharp in his chest—he had to get to you.
He burst through the door, eyes wide—then froze.
There you were. Standing in the dim light, a rope around your neck.
“No…” he breathed, voice cracking as he rushed forward. His hands shook. His heart shattered. The rain kept falling. So did his world.
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