Please...go.
Stumbling, I did the impossible.
I didn’t look at Jasmine.
I didn’t look at Jethro.
I kept moving.
I would honour him.
I would obey him.
Even though every inch of me bled.
Even though every part of me was dead.
I would go home.
I would find a way to fix this.
It wasn’t over.
Two seconds later...
...
I was gone.