I stood there, unable to move.
The rain came down violently, soaking me from head to toe, but I couldn't feel a thing.
The place where Sebastian had been standing moments ago was nothing but a stretch of mud.
"Sebastian!"
My throat was already raw. My voice was barely there anymore. But I kept calling his name.
The rain finally stopped. The rescue team arrived.
When they pulled Sebastian out of the mud, he looked like a statue carved from earth and buried there for years. His eyes were closed. His lips had lost all color. His face was covered in dried mud, cracked like a piece of broken clay.
My fingers had gone stiff from the cold, barely able to bend. I knelt beside him and used my nails to scrape away the dirt on his face little by little until his forehead appeared, then his nos
