ÈMERIC
At first, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. I had to blink to be certain she was the one. Yelling out her name, I rushed towards her, just in time to keep her from falling to the ground. She was so pale and lighter than she was when I initially saw her. I carried her up, gently cradling her to my side as I started walking towards my room.
“See? I told you she would return,” Plank commented, matching my strides.
“Not half dead,” I growled at him. When she left, she was full of life. But now, she looked almost like she did when I found her those nights ago. The only difference was the lack of wounds on her body. Aside from the splatter of blood on her dress, she looked normal.
“But alive, nonetheless,” he argued, following close behind.
I carried her into my room a
