The wooden door swung open. A gust of wind tangling her curly hair around her head but she stumbled forward anyway, sliding to a halt before taking a nose dive off the clock tower.
The little boy’s hand shook as he pressed a bottle against his chapped lips, sucking down the few remaining drops of water. His tongue circled the rim of the bottle, desperate to find more but there was nothing left.
Kyi dug his nails into the remains of the wooden amphitheater, dragging his body from beneath the rubble. Pain inched up his spine, blood tainting his vision as he scanned the area for his manager.
Fading in and out of consciousness, he could see the blood. Thick, deep red, coating his hands and knees as he begged his father to wake up. Gun shots continued to ring out, echoing the scenes of murder. The murder of his father and the otherworldly visitor.
Mark’s grip around her shirt tightened, sending wrinkles down the fabric around his fist. Raising his clenched hand high into the air, Kyi knew what would happen next. Mid-punch, Mark’s arm collided with Kyi’s, Kyi instinctively blocking him, preventing him from hitting the alien girl.
Could anything be worse? Honestly, tell me a single situation worse than the one I’m currently experiencing. A fun night out with friends, a deep conversation with a stranger who just got me, understood the struggles I was dealing with. An innocent kiss with him, a guy who made my heart flutter into the night sky.