Zoey's POV:
“I can’t Blue. Please.” I said, trying my best to control my sobs and squeeze her hand lightly.
“You’re the only one who can do it, Red. Please, I have no one.” She asks me desperately.
I know she has only a few hours to live in this world.
It hurts.
I still felt her trust has been worth toward me since we met.
She trusts me to reach to give her treasure to me.
“Don’t talk like this, Blue, you have him here. And I can’t even take care of myself then, how would I?” I asked as I caressed her boned cheek.
She smiles at me the same way she did when we first met.
I still remember everything we did together.
How do we talk about our lives every night?
How does she cuddle me close whenever I have a nightmare?
How did she take care of me whenever I was hurt?
“I know y
