One day left to live. And Chris behind us on the patio, calling our names.
Adam rises to his feet. “Yeah?”
Chris eyes the two of us like he knows something is going on. “We’ve sat around long enough. Let’s get out of here.”
“Just give us a minute,” Adam says.He holds out a hand and helps me to my feet. My skin tingles as my fingers grab on to his, but as soon as I’m up, I pull away and wipe grass off myself. I avoid his eyes—I can’t get sucked back into them again. It was good Chris stopped us before we kissed. There’s no point getting close to Adam if I won’t see him again once we get back to the present. He’s better off without me. With my impending killing spree and suicide looming over me, I don’t have time to get involved with Adam anyway.
Chris is right. We need to get going. Tim
