Personal Narrative

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If I had to choose a last moment, I wouldn’t change a thing. “Is it okay if we’re friends forever?” she asked, maybe because I was too scared to speak those words or maybe because we had always been linked – not just by our pinky fingers, but by an invisible chord that stretched itself no matter where we went or what stupid things we did. It never broke, though. In a world where everyone was so obsessed with love, with finding it and storing it and stealing it, it was nice to just have us. “Yeah,” I told her, looking up through half lowered eyelids. Everything around us was just fuzzy enough that all I could see was her – black hair curled around her face, soft features, slightly hunched posture as if she was sick of holding the world on…show more content…
There was nothing else I could do. It wasn’t until he lay there, afterwards, that I think she realized what she had done. But there was nothing we could do, anyway, so we got in my car and drove away. We didn’t even get the soul. It wasn’t good anymore after he had died anyway. And so we drove around for a bit. Rebekah was crying. I wasn’t, strangely. I just sat in the car, back straight, and gripped the steering wheel. I told her that we needed to get to a Portal. She told me not to. She told me to turn the car around and go to the park. And so we did. We lay on the grass, waiting. I told her that I loved her. She told me that she would always be my friend. And then we fell asleep. Because they were coming for us. Bridgewell would never let us kill a man and get away with it, and I didn’t want them to. I knew that they will kill us, maybe as soon as we stepped in that house. And maybe we deserved it. That was what I was thinking, as we lay in the back of the van, tumbling across the empty space as it turned this way and that. We could have gone to a portal and gotten out of here before they ever found us, but we didn’t. They didn’t gag us, left the ropes just loose enough that if we escaped, it would look like sloppy work on their part but not treason. Just before I got hit in the head, I heard my brother’s
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