Thirteen's POV
I feel like I can't breathe.
I feel like I'm gasping for a breath I can't get in.
It's different this time. I've lost people many times before but...he shouldn't have done it. I'd give anything for him to come back...
Just so I could kill him myself.
"You're an i***t," I mumble into his shirt. I don't even feel my own injuries. "Open your eyes please," I beg, tears threatening to fall from my eyes.
"Please."
I feel a hand on my shoulder I turn to look at Devin. He says nothing but he doesn't remove his hand. His face is solemn, and he gives me the one look I hate more than anything.
Pity.
"What happened?" He asks softly as if talking to a child. I can barely see through the tears I refuse to let fall. I open my mouth but no words come out. I try again.
"He tried to
