I barely remembered the rush up the stairs. It was only the sounds of pain I couldn't hold back that lingered in my mind. My hand was feeling numb, but the pain was still there. So deep.

The cold of the floor and water still clung to my skin. My clothes were soaked and stuck to me like another layer of skin, and my arm throbbed as if the bones were screaming. Yet, in the blur of pain, I could still feel his touch. The way he held me. The way he effortlessly dodged everything and everyone as he ...