I never thought of George as my best friend, or even liked him half the time I knew him. But I had grown more attached to him over this short while than I could even acknowledge, and now a piece has been ripped out of my heart, and only a gaping hole remains.
Splatters of blood are scattered along the coastline where they must have dragged him. I try to follow the trail, but soon give up as the tears blur my vision. I drop to my feet, sliding off Caleb's back, and soon find that I don't have the energy to even stand.
Caleb wraps his arms around my body, sensing what I could never say, and leans forward until our bodies are just barely touching.
"Caleb… you saved my life," I start, acknowledging him in a halting voice, "thank you. I owe you."
