Anaya's POV
“No, no, Billie!” I watched as she collapsed on the floor. Hold on, did she just collapse? Like, drift into unconsciousness?
My legs were rooted on the ground for a few seconds before I rushed to her. I carried her head gently and placed it on my thighs as I sat on the ground.
“Billie, what happened? What did you do?” I asked, tears streaming down my cheeks. I hoped it isn’t what I am thinking. Did she try to commit suicide? No, it can’t be.
Billie’s eyes were half closed at the moment. “I—I am — I am tired, Winter.” She stammered like she was gasping for breath.
Oh God. What do I do? My brain was in a mental state that I couldn’t think of what next to do. Damn it! I was panicking. If someone could just wake me up and tell me it’s just my imagination or probably a dream,
