When We Run

Your life can change in a heartbeat.
I walked downstairs and when I came back, everyone was dead and everything was over. But I survived and I ran.


19. 19.

I barely get a chance to process what's happening because Evan pulls out a gun, shoots at Mr Sovey, unties me and pulls me out of the room. We just run and run and nobody catches us. Outside, Sam is fighting off some more people who work there, but when he sees us, he jumps in the nearest car and we all jump in after him, him driving and Evan and I in the back seat. 

"Are you okay?" Evan turns to me straight away, examining my face and the cuts.

"Fine." I say, batting his hand away. "Who is John Sovey?"

"No idea." he says, almost a little too quickly but I don't want to believe otherwise so I pay attention to him.

"Thank you for saving me." I say.

He sighs, shaking his head. "I love you so much." he kisses me and I can just tell how relieved he is. He's as relieved as I am. He looks at me. "Never leave me, ever again."

"Never." I promise and kiss him again. While Evan holds me to him, I make eye contact with Sam in the mirror and we both smile. That's all we need between Sam and I. We just need a little smile and we both know what we're thinking. We're both relieved right now, happy to be back together and really tired. But I like how we just say it in a smile. It keeps the moment between us.

We keep driving even though nobody is following us, but eventually we spot woods. Actual trees that haven't been destroyed. They are really on the outskirts and it's as if they're just surrounding the rubble, but there is an actual forest right there.

"Sam, park the car a little way into the forest, we'll sleep in here tonight." Evan says.

I stare at him, shocked. "You just called him Sam."

"Yeah, uh," Evan scratches the back of his head. "We had a little talk. Guy stuff."

I grin. I have never been happier to see two people in my life getting along. I wish Evan could have met my mom. I love my mom with all my heart and I have no idea whether she's alive right now, but I know she would have loved Evan. I think the reason I'm not freaking out about my mom being dead is because I don't know if she is. It just seems so impossible to think that she didn't survive those bombs. She's just an office worker, but I just feel like she had to have made it... surely...

I try not to think about her too much about her, so I just curl up with Evan in the back seat while Sam lies down up front.

"I thought I'd lost you." Evan whispers.


"It was the worst thing that's ever happened to me."

I laugh, quietly. "That's an exaggeration."

"No, it's not." he nudges me. "I have never been more scared in my whole life. I have never been put through so much agony, you bitch." he laughs and I do to.

I feel a sudden wave of emotion, like I suddenly cannot be away from him. The thought of it literally hurts me and I feel a tug on my stomach even imagining not being near him.

"This will all blow over, won't it?" I ask.

"Yes." Evan says. "It will all just end. This is just some phase of the world. Why? Are you scared?"

I nod. "Not of what I should be."

He kisses my forehead. "What are you scared of then, little worrier?" he chuckles.

"I'm scared that this is a phase. Me and you. I'm scared that this is just something that's happening while everything is wrong, that you're just sort of hanging on to this because there's nothing else to hang on to, but when everything is back up and you can go back to your life, or what's left of it, you're just going to forget about me. I won't matter in the scheme of things."

"How dare you even suggest such a thing!" he says with mock horror. He chuckles, kissing my cheek. "Don't you worry about that. If anything, you'll forget about me."

I laugh at the idea. "As if."

He grins. "Well we have nothing to worry about then."


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