18

Colt

“YOU OKAY in there?” I checked them since they suddenly went silent.

Earlier, Iris gulped when I pointed at the dirtbike. She said she rode a bicycle when she was a kid, but never on a motorcycle. We didn’t have a choice—either we walk or ride using this thing—and this was a matter of life and death. The longer we stayed here, the closer those bastards of finding us.

I was still suppressing my pent-up emotions, and I couldn’t afford to put their lives in danger. I used to handle physical pain, but not from the heartache.

Tears already dried in my eyes, but the pain in my chest was still fresh—it was unbearable, and I didn’t want to go through that over and over again. It felt like someone knifed my heart and left me slowly bleeding. It fucking hurts!

That moment she floated