Chapter 15
CHAPTER
FIFTEEN
Wells
“Wells, she’s drowning! Wells, save her!”
I jumped into action, panicked. I swam like my life depended on it.
It did.
I put that out of my mind and spotted Bow at the bottom of the pool. I grabbed her arm and pulled her to me.
Don’t die. Please don’t die.
I breached the surface with her frail little body in my arms. She smelled like nutmeg and cinnamon buns. She smelled like Bow.
Don’t die. Don’t die. Don’t die.
She was limp when I pulled her out of the water. She wasn’t moving, and she was pale.
People screamed around me. Her friends cried. Everyone was freaking out, but I couldn’t. I was her only hope.
I pressed my mouth to hers, giving her my life, my breath.
Come on, Bow. Come on.
This wasn’t right. She wasn’t the girl who drowned. She wasn’t the girl I couldn’t save.
“Bow!” Water dripped from my hair across her face, her skin ghost white when she was normally rosy red. This girl blushed like a motherfucker, and I always wondered what it would be like to touch it. To drag my finger across the tint and see what it did. Would she blush more?
Would it last?
I never got the chance to see what it would do. All color had drained from her face, and my repetitions to bring her back to life weren’t doing anything. She wasn’t coming back, no matter how much I tried. My best friend’s little sister drowned, and it was my fault. I couldn’t bring her back.
I couldn’t save her.