As Rosie tumbled down the mountain, her heart was filled with despair.
The muffled thunder echoed in the clouds, casting a eerie blue lightning overhead, while the torrential rain engulfed her senses. Apart from the pain in her back, the rest of her body felt surprisingly devoid of pain.
The moment she realized her life persisted, she was first surprised, then terrified.
Amidst the pitch-black pile of scrap wood and withered branches, another person lay beside her. As Rosie's memories rewound to the moment she rolled down the mountain, Blake's frantic eyes and large strides toward her played back in her mind.
Was it him?
In the instant they fell down the mountain, Blake embraced her, and they rolled through rocks and weeds, collided against tree trunks, wrapped in vines, and ultimately fell upon this deserted land.
"Blake? Blake, are you okay?" Rosie slapped the man's face, trying to wake him; the thunder above was terrifying, seemingly about to strike down any second.
