P.O.V Leonard
Breathing... Pumping... Breathing... Pumping... Breathing... Pumping...
The only thing I felt was that I was alive. I was breathing, and my heart kept pumping, and that there was no way that I could die without Cathia.
The moment dad went out, I rushed behind and drove my car out of the garage, heading towards... Nowhere in particular. My speed might have resulted in an accident, but due to the sharp cuts of the cliffs, I slowed my car a bit.
With every passing second, with every passing moment, with every astray thought, with every lost pump and breath, I shivered more and more. I traveled more towards nothingness.
I continued to turn left and then right and then again left, and then again right, thinking that what if? What if I was too late...? What if something happ
