Pull by Rachel Van Dyken
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Prologue
Death is everywhere. You can’t escape it. You can’t hide from it. And for me, the very minute I decided to embrace it as inevitable, the planes of my universe shifted, leaving me more confused and broken than I’d ever been in my entire life.
For me, death was the ultimate betrayal. For some, it was the
easy way out. I had no way of knowing that my life would change
so much in two short months. Maybe I wasn’t prepared for him.
I was happy in my darkness, at least that’s what I told
myself. Because life is cruel — it’s so damn cruel to give me what I
had and then rip it away. It’s cruel, because the minute I was finally
okay with being numb to the world — he showed up.
My heart wasn’t ready to be pieced together again. He did it
anyway.
My soul wasn’t prepared for heartbreak. He broke it
anyway.
My life wasn’t ready to be given to a soul mate. He stole it
anyway.
Everything has changed — even death. And all because of a
boy, who fell in love with a girl.
I sat down on the cold asphalt and bawled. I cried for me. I
cried for him. But most of all, I cried for all those minutes I was
allowed to breathe, when I deserved to be without breath. How do
you thank someone who saved your life? How do you mourn them
at the same time?
I struggled against the cop and then, I must have died,
because the very person I thought I lost not a few minutes ago was
standing over me.
“Demetri?” I gasped.