(Michael's POV)
My heart thumped wildly against my chest as I ran towards my car, with Helena slowly dying in my hands. My tears are already starting to blur my vision even more, so I started blinking them away. My eyeglasses were askew, and I am only wearing a creased shirt and a pair of boxer shorts. I know that I look unmanly and stupid, but I don't care.
It's been months since Helena's parents were lost to the ocean and she has come back to her old self again. She shut herself again and won't talk to us.
I just miss seeing her smile so bad and I wanted her to be the Helena that I became friends once more.
I came to her again this morning when I noticed that she hasn't come out of her room ever since the accident.
I tried asking her to talk to me and open her door but she just shou
