-Jake’s P.O.V.-
Walking feels almost unnatural as time passes by. It’s almost as if I am forcing myself to carry on, too stunned too function, too stubborn to stop. A lot of my focus is going into not dragging my feet.
The image keeps burning itself into my lids every time I close my eyes a little too long.
Landon and I, reaching the river at the same time, stopping Claire from sinking herself in it. Claire’s face, looking at something that simply wasn’t there. Landon’s face showing the most emotion I’d ever seen on it since I met him as if he knew exactly what was happening, and the realization terrified him.
Claire’s eyes becoming aware, and searching, only to completely pass through me and latch on to him. Her leap into his arms, and the way she held him as if he was every
