[EVE]
As the gunfire blazed around us, my desperate prayers shifted. I wasn't just praying for my safety anymore.
I was praying that Cole wouldn't get shot, that he would survive this madness.
They exchanged a series of blows, each one more intense than the last. The forest around us seed to blur as they fought, the trees swaying as if they, too, were caught up in the chaos.
Cole's eyes burned with a ferocity I'd never seen before, a wild determination that sent shivers down my spine. He was fighting for —fighting with everything he had.
Then, sothing changed. My captor's gaze flickered with a strange, dark resolve. He took one more step back, his foot skidding dangerously close to the cliff's edge.
And in that split second, I realized what he was about to do.
"
No
!" I tried to scream, but the gag muffled my voice.
Cole lunged forward, reaching out to grab , but he was just a second too late.
With a sinister grin, my captor's grip on loosened—only for him to shove backward with all his strength. I felt the ground disappear beneath my feet as he hurled off the cliff.
The world tilted, and everything seed to slow down. I was falling, the wind rushing past , whipping my hair into my face.
I could see Cole's expression twisted into a mask of pure horror as he dived after , his arm outstretched, fingers grasping at empty air.
The gag in my mouth ca loose, falling away just as I managed to suck in a ragged breath. But all I could see was Cole's desperate face, twisted with a raw, frantic need to save .
Without a second thought, without a hint of hesitation, he threw himself off the cliff. He didn't flinch when my captor's shot struck him in the back, nor did he falter at the sight of the deadly drop below. His focus was solely on , his hand reaching out desperately, determined to pull back from the edge.
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Idiot . . .
Hot tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision as the pain and fear I had bottled up finally ca loose. The dam I had built around my emotions shattered.
I had wanted him to co for , had prayed desperately for soone—anyone—to save in the past. But not like this. Not when it ant he would risk everything.
The sight of him, reckless and desperate, made my heart clench painfully. He was fighting with everything he had, and it was all for .
"What an idiot . . . ," I choked out, my voice breaking with a sob.
The words were bitter, laced with frustration and anguish. I had wished for this rescue, dread of the mont he would sweep in and save , but I had never imagined the cost.
I had wanted him to be my hero, but not my martyr.
Cole's hand reached for mine, and I saw the sheer determination in his eyes. He wasn't just fighting to save —he was willing to die with if it ca to that. And that realization hit like a punch to the gut.
Why couldn't he just stay back on the cliff, where he was safe? Why couldn't he leave to face the consequences alone? I was dead the mont I was thrown into the cliff. There was no need to follow .
My chest ached as I watched him, his face twisted in agony and fear. His fingers stretched out, desperate to grasp mine, as if just holding on would be enough to pull us both back from this nightmare.
"You idiot!" I scread, tears streaming down my cheeks. "Why did you co? Why didn't you stay on the damn cliff?"
He didn't answer. He didn't even blink. His focus was entirely on . In that mont, I realized he would rather fall to his death than give up on saving .
And I hated him for it.
I hated him for making feel this way, for making realize how much I still cared for him.
The thought of him dying here, in this cold, desolate place, because of —it was unbearable.
I wanted to scream at him, to shout at him for being so reckless. But the words wouldn't co. Instead, a sob tore through , my body shaking uncontrollably.
My fingers fumbled, desperately trying to loosen the ropes that bound , and for so reason, they had started to slacken. I didn't know when it had loosened, but that wasn't important right now.
My hands trembled as I reached out for him, my own desperation matching his.
Our hands t, and in that brief contact, it felt like ti stopped. The world around us faded away, leaving only the two of us in that fleeting, fragile mont.
His grip was warm, strong, a lifeline I never knew I needed until it was too late.
And for the first ti in a long ti, I felt sothing break inside —sothing cold and hard I had built up over the years.
Maybe I didn't hate him after all.
Maybe I was just scared to love him again.
He pulled close, his arms wrapping around with a desperation that spoke louder than any words. His body pressed against mine, as if he could shield from the world, from everything.
I could feel the steady, urgent thud of his heart against my chest—each beat a silent promise that he would protect , that we would survive this together.
His grip tightened, fiercer than I'd ever known, as if his very touch could stop the world from falling apart. His breath, shallow and ragged, mixed with mine as he held tighter, his body a wall against the howling wind.
In that mont, everything else faded. The wind, the fear, the dark abyss before us—they all disappeared, and all I could feel was him.
I realized, with a sudden, sharp clarity, how much he cared. How far he was willing to go for . He had abandoned his own safety for mine, his life now entangled with my own.
Then, in a cruel twist, the weightlessness hit us like a punch to the gut. We were falling—plumting into the unknown.
My breath caught, my throat tight, my scream swallowed by the rushing wind. I couldn't hear anything but the frantic thumping of his heart, louder than the world around us, and the deafening silence that surrounded our descent.
The impact ca without warning—a deafening splash. The icy water swallowed us whole, a brutal shock to my senses, an explosion of cold that ripped the breath from my lungs and sent my body spiraling into chaos.
The cold wrapped around , suffocating, dragging deeper, pulling under. I fought to stay conscious, to keep my mind above the surface, but the force of the fall, the crushing cold, the relentless pressure—all of it blurred together in a dizzying, disorienting rush.
And then, nothing. Complete darkness.
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