• I ran through the woods, lured by Heather’s desperate call. Lured by the memory of the first kiss. My hear is pounding, hoping that that kiss would not become an eternal scar.
    Finally I see her, with her brilliant red hair, fair skin, and dazzling green eyes. Now those eyes were closed, sightless. Her hair stained the forest floor in red. She was dead.
    No, not dead, unconscious, as the slow rising and lowering of her chest portrayed. There was no way a medical ambulance could get here. I picked up her limp body and started carrying her towards the hospital.
    I felt the slow-but-steady heartbeat through my chest. It seemed to fill me with hope and life. My feet danced to the rhythm of her life.