Romans & histoires Surviving Summer Ari

He made a fire and put Raine there. It was raining so hard that they could not walk. The road from here to the exit has not been fixed yet, so it was impossible to walk that path. Moreover, Raine was not in a good position to move around. When Summer woke up, she found herself in a cave, with a fire burning and jumping in front of her. She was still alive! She slowly sat up on the floor, propped herself up on her hands in pain, and with one glance, she saw them. Mark sat there and Raine lay in his arms, their bodies close together.

You all are amazing. ~Ari~

“Like I could rest when I didn’t know if you were okay.” “I’m okay. I promise.” “Your arm is broken.” “It’ll heal.” “You have bruises everywhere.” “They’re fading.” “You walked back into hell for me.” Aria’s voice cracked. “You could have died.” “But I didn’t.” Melissa squeezed her good hand. “Neither of us did. We survived, Aria. We actually survived.” Aria nodded. Wiped her eyes again.Then she seemed to notice Gavin standing nearby. “You,” she said. Gavin inclined his head. “Miss Martinez.”

While stroking their daughter's hair, Sky added, "Summer really likes to help and save people. Her life's mission is very noble." While Summer chuckled, River muttered, "Isn't there a way to save the penguins from natural selection?" Everyone glanced at him. He was still pouting.

“I hate that we can’t just enjoy a normal day. That every moment of calm is tinged with fear.” Rico’s hand found mine, squeezing gently. “I know,” he said softly. “But that’s not the life we were given. And we’ve learned to survive it. To bend without breaking. And you… you’ve done more than survive, Aria. You’ve thrived, even when everything tried to drag you down.” I closed my eyes, letting his words sink in. I thought of her again, feeling her small movements, and knew he was right. I had survived. I had protected her before she even arrived. And now, we were ready to face whatever came next.

Nobody is going to come to me. Talking about me, my name is Theodore Reigns. I'm 16, about to enter Junior year in two months when the school reopens after summer break. But to be honest, right now I think it's highly unlikely cause I'm here attending this three day Art camp for next year's senior students, that too in disguise as Elena Griffin, Eastwood's best artist, and so if I get caught, I guess I won't have to go to school again.

Fuel was essential for survival during the harsh winter, seeing as the power supply was already cut off by then. When I was making my way to the cashier counter to pay for the fuel, I happened to spot the aisle selling portable chargers. Of course, I had to raid the aisle right away. Once the power got cut off, the portable chargers' power could last us for a pretty long time. After that, I made sure to load the cart with survival essentials like candles, flashlights, and blackout curtains. Upon reaching home, Mom happened to be arranging the food supplies. When she saw me bringing back more supplies, she grew mad at me.

There was no way that she would be able to protect the surviving pup. “You’re wrong. Whatever idea that Frederick has, he is wrong.” “Maybe he isn’t!” Athena has her face screwed up while she thinks. “Maybe he is on the right track.” “What the hell are you on about?” Are they saying what I think they are saying? “Think about it. Aria has survived more than anyone. You said yourself that she has been close to death many times. You said that it was almost like she had a death wish and yet death has never completely taken her.”

She supposed he probably had—survival was in his blood. Aria peeled off her soaked jacket, draping it over a chair. “And then what?” Kian glanced at her. “Then we figure out our next move.” She sighed, rubbing her arms for warmth. “You mean where we run next.” Kian didn’t answer immediately. The fire crackled to life, warm light flickering over his sharp features. “It’s not just about running anymore.” Aria frowned. “Then what is it about?” Kian exhaled, standing to face her. “Surviving. And fighting back.”

Lottie says into my ear as I quickly hug her. I rush over to Summer. Placing my hands directly on her chest. “Summer, Summer, can you hear me?” She can’t speak, but nods once. Eden is holding onto her mom’s hand. “Come on, mom, you can survive this. You have survived worse than this.” I can feel the energy exchange taking place between us both. I give Summer everything bit of energy I would have given my mom. “He will not claim another victim today.” I told Deana.