Walliver
Two Thousand Club
If you’re bleeding out in the parking lot Colton Elise Warren, I will kill you. Analise silently promised to herself, stuffing her phone in her purse. He never left her on “Read”, much less “Seen”. He was too polite for that, despite his bad boy aesthetic. He was too polite. He had to be in trouble.
Analise Vavilov wouldn’t say it that night, but she loved him. She loved the broken boy who crawled into her life at age 14 and never let go. And maybe it wasn’t the kind of love most people thought of when they saw the two together. Maybe it wasn’t the kind of love Cole needed, the love he deserved. It was a bond closer than siblings, but farther apart than lovers. Analise shook herself. Get it together, woman. He needs you. And like it or not, you need him.
She parked her preowned car in the lot, not seeing Cole’s motorcycle anywhere. Her heart leapt in her throat. She took the phone from her purse, quickly dialing the number she knew so well. “Come on you platinum blonde idiot, pick up.” she muttered. The dial tone rang from behind the establishment, sounding like death bells tolling.
“Please don’t be dead.” she whispered, heels clacking as she walked. Praying to anyone who would listen. She was agnostic, but she’d give anything for a sign, a miracle.
“Please don’t be dead.”