A fire raged through Holden’s body, consuming his flesh and making him sweat. He crawled toward the open rectangle of light ahead, because surely it would be cool there. The blue sky called to him, and though his throat felt like he’d swallowed half of the ocean’s sand, he continued forward.
There’d be water in the blue sky doorway too. He just knew it.
“Holden,” a woman said, and he imagined her to be wearing a beautiful, flowing, violet dress. “Wake up.”
She didn’t sound very nice, and Holden flinched away from the voice.
“Holden.” Something wet and cool touched his face, and his eyes opened, the rectangle disappearing. “Wake up, Holden.” A sob filled his ears, and everything rushed forward.
“Eden?” His voice sounded rusty, and his throat felt like fire.
“Holden.” Relief filled her
