by D. H. Davis
Epilogue
I stir, slowly opening my eyes and seeing several blurry faces surrounding me. I have no idea how long I’ve been out but there’s blaring sunshine blinding me, making it difficult to recognise who’s here. I guess the sun regained its strength, that’s a good sign.
“Jessie,” I call out, my voice croaky and barely audible. Instantly, his hand is gripping mine and his beautiful, blue eyes stare down at me. I’m filled with relief that he’s here, that he’s stayed by my side. I squeeze his hand and smile at him.
He mutters, “Shit, Brooke.” Staring up towards him, I frown. That wasn’t the romantic reunion I was expecting. He follows with gasping, “Your eyes are black!” I realise that shit was appropriate. What the hell am I now?
