“E-Ethan, faster,” Why is he ignoring me? I turn to him… “W-what are you doing?” “Help me, with this damn bed, come on,”
I ignore the swirling in my stomach, and help him… soon after the minor dresser, “We can’t stay cooped in here forever, we’re going to die a-and…”
His palms pressure around my biceps, “We can’t die, Bells, they will go away,” “When? When we have died?” He sighs whilst he bends his head, “I-I don’t know, Bells, I promised to protect you, and I will do it…”
My breathing turns to minor breaths, I feel claustrophobic, “I can’t do this, we’re going to DIE here, Ethan,” He peers at me whilst he checks his ammo, gunshots join the crack in the door… gunshots?
Ethan hides me behind him, his warmth feels as though it’s the only thing keeping me sane now, the only thing keeping
