ALMA

"The rare one."

A gasp spilled from my lips, and my grip around the steering wheel hardened. It felt like I'd fallen on my face upon a rocky part, and now I needed time to be conscious again. My face drained off all color, and somehow, my mouth just wouldn't close. Breathing felt like such a hard chore, and I couldn't feel my face.

"It.. it's him?" I stuttered, slightly turning to Velma as the chilliness of the car that I once enjoyed became my worst enemy. Still, it didn't stop the ...