Alexander's POV

The world bleeds pink around me. Every color shifts until everything looks like I'm seeing it through rose tinted glass. The rocks beneath my knees glow soft and warm.

My thoughts are slowing down. Each one takes longer to form. They drift apart like clouds breaking up in wind.

I try to hold onto something. Anything. But my mind feels like sand slipping through my fingers.

There's someone I need to remember. Someone ...