Cecilia
The shots continued, much like the setting off of firecrackers. They echoed through the woods, bouncing from tree to tree. I'd dropped the phone somewhere to the ground as I listened to the resounding silence. The shots were over and though I hadn't been hit, I felt their impact, leaving a gaping hole in my body where my heart had been.
Greyson was gone.
I knew that with every fiber of my being.
Was it possible to love someone I barely knew?
Was I mourning the man I'd met or was I lamenting the crushing impossibility of a childish wish?
My head ached as my body trembled. I'd been through so much, survived, and moved on, and now, at the sound of gunshots, I couldn't lift myself from the dirt- and leaf-covered ground.
Maybe if I remained still, the people with the guns wo
