Slowly, I blink my eyes open. And immediately, panic rises in my chest when my fractured memory comes slowly—I fell from a cliff!
Am I dead?
But I can feel my shallow breath, and my weak heartbeat. I stir, my body wracks with pain so intense that I can barely move.
No, I’m alive. Still.
I glance around, squinting through the thick fog. There's rugged terrain around me and a figure lying unconsciously beside me.
Then, my heart lurches as recognition strikes, "Colt?"
But, how?! He didn't fall with me. He must have jumped after me.
“Oh, Colt,” I mumble.
I force myself to crawl towards him despite the agony that’s shooting through my body with every movement.
I gently touch his face, but he remains unresponsive. The rise and fall of his chest is faint but there, enough to make me f
