Ffion
“Zane.” I reached for him automatically. My hand slippery with blood made contact with my friends' chest. Where he lay mangled and not breathing against the seat belt. for a second I couldn’t move either. Had I caused the death of my best friend because that’s what he was.
My best friend. Zane had been my rock, my literal strength for the last few months. If he was dead, I didn’t know what I would do.
Under my fingers his chest moved slightly his breath rattled and I let out a loud sigh of relief. “Oh, thank God.” fumbling around until I found his face with my fingers, I poked him straight in the eye.
“Ow." Zane howled. “Christ on a cracker Ffion stop trying to blind me,”
There it was the jovial, always cracking a joke Zane I had come to know and love. Tears sprang up
