Zach had the last trace of Iris in his hands as he stood in the river where even the traces of her blood had started fading.
“It can’t be her feather…” Zach dropped his hand, but for some reason, he didn’t let go of the feather. Wading a little farther, he followed the red stream. Faint smell of blood, muddy water and jasmine mingled with his senses. Shallow breaths were sucking in a lot of his energy as he forced his steps, splashing water in all directions. “It can’t be… Iris can’t… Lake… why him? Iris…” Zach gasped. “Out of everyone, why him?” He was keeping the feather away from his face. Probably because he knew the scent that it gave off was Iris’. There was no way he could not know. He didn’t want to accept.
Zach tripped and fell in waist deep river. His hand laid on something in
