RIVER.

I’ve seen this scene before.

How life slowly faded in the eyes of the woman who meant so much to me.

“Allison!” I called her name as I struggled to dive deep into the river, catching her in my arms before she sunk even further.

Her body felt so cold, like a bucket of ice, devoid of the warmth of life. No, it shouldn’t be like this. My fingers trembled as I stroked her face pale. She should be warm, alive.

Not like this.

“River, we need to get her to the bank. ...