HAYLEY
Axel is dead.
My body feels weightless as my legs carry me all the way home. I can't tell how far I've walked or how I navigated my way out of the cliffs, but every part of me feels drained of life as I stand on the porch.
Axel is dead.
Mechanically, I twist the doorknob open and trudge all the way upstairs. But the minute I step into my room, my legs give out and I collapse to the floor. Slumped at the foot of the door, with my knees pressed to my chest, I desperately wait for the ground to open up and swallow me whole.
God, this can't be real. Despair clogs my throat as streams of tears drizzle down my cheeks, my body shaking with every sob.
Axel was tossed off a cliff to his death, and all I did was watch.
You could have yelled out to warn him. You could have called
