Michael’s body was burning hotter and hotter, as if extinguishing pain before it could convince his brain to shut down. At that point, Michael had his arms hanging back, hands opened and leaving trickles of blood behind like a trail, while his foot stamped the sea with blots of blood.
A thought emerged to suggest Michael could get him later, but that, too, was consumed by the fires within. Every part of him burned with the pain of all the million days he would have to live without Eleanor. The countless, eternal moments that he would spend forgetting her smile, and forgetting her voice, and being cursed by her parents and friends. In not as many words, certainly not as rationally, it was all collapsing within him already.
Speed Ninja killed her.
And like that, that small part inside of
