Seven
I raced through the village and up and along the coastal path until I reached a high point where the cliff beneath me fell straight in a stark line down to the sea, uncluttered by the shards and blocks of rock that normally impede its way. Although the wind had dropped to almost nothing, the sea still smacked great waves against the cliff base. I stopped and stared out to the blurred line of the horizon where grey sea met grey sky.
And I thought about Grid. Not about the accident. Not here and now, with Kit’s bitter words echoing in my ears and the vestiges of last night’s drugs running through my blood. Instead I thought about how much I missed him. About how he was one of the few people who understood about me and Kit. One of the few people I could have talked to.
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