The crisp white paper was still in my clutch when I saw Dylan lying underneath the truck's tires. When did that truck get here? "Jaahde." As I sprinted across the lot the driver just sat in his seat. He looks like he's the one that's on the verge of death.  His normally sky blue eyes with a green extrerior turned into a storm gray.
              "Dylan, I'm right here. Stay still. Eveything is going to be okay." I think I said this more to coax me down rather than him. "Jade, I..I...," His raspy voice couldn't hold on any longer. "Shh, it's going to be okay Dylan," that's all I could come up with.
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1^{st part of my first story} ~ want me to continue?