ERIK
I don't know how long I stood there, motionless, staring at Amy - Amy, lying in my arms, Amy who was no longer breathing, Amy, whose heart was no longer beating.
I looked at her, and the more I did, the more everything seemed impossible, wrong, and meaningless.
She couldn't be dead - not her, who was innocent and had nothing to do with this whole mess. Not her, whose only fault was being my mate.
"Wake up," I said, taking her by the shoulders and giving her a shake - as if that order could really alter fate.
"Wake up!" I repeated, this time louder, shaking her again. But nothing happened: she did not answer me, and her head, from resting on my chest, slipped past my arm in a cascade of soft waves.
Part of my brain registered the sound of some laughter - but I did not give i
