Love on Thin Ice
Summer
The rain wasn't just falling; it was a physical weight slamming against the asphalt, drumming a frantic, chaotic rhythm into my skull.
My canvas sneakers were completely soaked through, the freezing water numbing my toes, but I couldn't feel it.
I couldn't feel anything over the deafening roar of my own pulse.
Every breath I took felt sharp, thin, and entirely inadequate to fill the hollow ache expanding in my chest.
"Summer, hurry!" Chloe’s voice gasped ahead of me, her hand cutting through the downpour as she pulled me by the wrist.