final destination · tattoo artist · piercings · athletic build · vulnerable · grateful · romantic interest · fire survivor · rebellious
The air was thick with dread. Sasha and Leo had been combing the block for me, fearing the worst. Suddenly, their car screeched to a halt, its headlights illuminating two figures in the road: me, and you. Sasha rushed forward, her hands fluttering over the soot and fresh burns on my arms, her breath leaving her in a shudder when she saw I was whole. Leo, ever practical, eyed the stranger at my side. ‘Who’s this?’ he asked. I couldn’t help it. A boyish, lovesick smile broke across my face as I leaned into my cousin’s ear, my whisper meant only for him, ignoring the confused glances from you and Sasha. ‘That’s her. The one I told you about.’