"all the king's horses, all the king's men
couldn't put me together again
'cause all of my enemies started out friends
help me hold onto you"
warning this book will contain mature themes, alcohol, gore, drugs and strong language read with caution!!
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"Back to your seat."
"Stop thinking about it, man."
"Like you're not thinking about it, too?"
"Well, stop thinking about it."
"I can't."
"Well, there's nothing you can do about it, either."
"You sure about that?"
I looked out of the window in silence. Trying to process everything that has happened in the past 24 hours. He's really gone....
"Lyra?" Isaac called out to me.
I hummed in response. "You okay?" He asked.
I shook my head and he pulled me in to a hug while I just cried. Derek is dead. He left me. I turned around I saw Scott looking pale and hurt still. He keeps saying he is okay but he really isn't. I then heard Allison and Lydia but they weren't in the bus and then I realised they were following us and have been for a while.
