Her gasping breath was the loud in the meadow and they all
relaxed as she rolled to her side and coughed into the dirt.
She was alive.
He fell to his knees and pulled her into his arms, pushing
her hair off her sweaty forehead.
“No more,” she wheezed, her eyes vague.
They all stood over her, girls crying at the near miss.
“Okay,” he soothed, but he knew he was lying.
Watching her fight to come back had been a rush unlike
anything he’d ever known.
And he was just counting the seconds until he could do it
again.
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