"Kyran. Are you okay? Kyran? Answer me." Aaron's voice kept coming in a sort of distant wave, like he was at the end of the forest screaming on top of his voice instead of a few inches away from me.
"I have exhausted my lifetime." Kyran had said to me back then. Just how far back fo they go? Just how long has he lived? Waiting for someone to finally set him free?
"I am fine. Stop fretting."
I opened my eyes. Kyran was sitting on the floor, his knees drawn to himself as he balanced his right hand on his knees. The ends of a knife stuck out of his hand and Aaron was looking around frantically. His face was deathly pale, and he looked like he was stabbed instead of Kyran.
Maybe I wasn't the only one in love with Kyran. And maybe it wasn't my love that saved him. Maybe it was the love of someone he never knew, the love of someone who would stay here with him without him even knowing.
