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“Auth, 30 minutes have passed without a response. Please contact me soon if you received this message; it’s kind of urgent.” I clicked off once more, and as ten minutes passed with no response, my anxiety increased. Just as my concern was about to morph into panic, a little spark of light drew my gaze to the ground. My hover boots’ lights were blinking, signaling that their battery was about to run out of power to keep me aloft. Considering I’ve been using them non-stop, it’s understandable the battery needs a brief rest to charge, even though solar power usually switches on when it gets too low. Realizing that I took a glance around looking for the sun, which is when I noticed there wasn't

I didn't know what he was thinking. He slowly approached my body and pressed his fingers to my neck, seemingly wanting to verify that I was dead. I wondered whether he would cremate me. The urn was right beside me, so he should understand what I wanted. Of course, there wasn't anything I could do if he pretended not to know and went against my wishes. I floated in mid-air and played with my fingernails, feeling bored. Then, I caught the gleam of tears in Gary's eyes. I widened my eyes in shock, unable to believe what I'd just seen.

If he could identify her, he could find out why she was playing games with his father, and perhaps find out what she did that made his father fall for her easily. After twenty more minutes, the phone finally vibrated and the screen lit up. Godfrey picked it up excitedly. “It’s on now. Let me find the picture.” But just as Godfrey opened the gallery, the phone vibrated again, this time with a low battery warning. The screen flickered, and before Godfrey could scroll to the photos, the device shut down completely once more. “Damn it,” Godfrey muttered. “The battery must be damaged. It’s not holding charge properly.”

The screen was cracked straight through, the body warped like it had been dropped on something hot. He looked up at me grimly. “This is what was pinging us.” “Is it functional?” “Barely. Looks like it self-fried the moment the call ended. That’s why we lost the signal. Probably rigged to shut down remotely.” I crouched down beside him and took it carefully. The device was still warm. A sick, greasy warmth like breath on steel. I stared at the screen. Dead. No contacts. No messages. But— “The back camera’s damaged,” I said tightly. “Melted.”

I could see her glaring at our old neighbour from the window in the kitchen. Not like this. I thought to myself, flailing my arms and legs in a desperate attempt to get to the surface. It was useless, I had never seen a current this strong. I was too weak and my demon was asleep. It would take hours before my demon would wake up and by the time she did, we would both be dead. I saw the cherry trees she lay under when the sun was blazing hot and the weeping willow I climbed whenever it rained. I made the mistake of sobbing at the thought of everything I would lose if I died. Water filled my mouth and lungs, stealing her last bit of air. Pins and needles pricked my throat and my lungs.

I just stared down at the glowing screen in my hands, my thumb frantically tapping the screen. A dozen missed calls from Persie flashed across the display. I immediately pressed her name to dial back, but before it could even ring...*BATTERY LOW* flashed across the screen, and the display went completely black. It tripped off. Tripped off!! *Now?!* Oh, come on!!

Then she said something I was not ready for. “Lucas is dying.” The words punched the air out of my lungs. “No,” I protested. “No, he isn’t. He’s breathing. He’s fighting. He’s—” “He is dying,” she repeated quietly. “Not fast. Not today. But the curse is killing him slowly. Draining him. And every time he fights it, he loses more.” I stared at her. She wasn’t being dramatic. She wasn’t breaking down. She was stating a fact.

Pressing the button, he was met with a dark screen. Battery dead. He involuntarily sighed, looking to the side; he wondered if the girl would give him hers, if she had one. The worst she can say is no. And that was what she said… No.

Whatever was going on did not concern me in any way. “What do you mean by you are not in the country? Eejit!” Killian hissed. “I can't use water. The drug is very potent. I feel like—fuck!” Killian cursed and he slumped against the car seat. He grabbed a fistful of his hair. “She's not an option. Fuck off.” Killian hissed and then the phone ended with a beep. “Are you going to die?” I asked in a low and careful voice. Killian did not look good at all. He seemed like someone who was going to die.

Her fingers were cold, pale and entirely human against the plastic keys. The laptop battery icon, in the corner of the display, began to flash a critical unblinking red. BATTERY: 1% SYSTEM WILL SHUT DOWN IN FIVE SECONDS. The heavy white sedan slammed its accelerator down. Its silver jaw opened wide as it reached Julian's shadow. The red lasers turned a blinding crimson. They illuminated the highway. Elara looked at the blinking cursor, her breath catching in her throat as the screen began to dim into a terminal gray. She had the pen, she had the desk but the power was gone. And the next word would have to be written in a language she hadn't learned yet.