Revelations
Lawrence was dead. Schuyler felt as if her heart would shatter from the loss of her beloved grandfather. How was this allowed to happen? What had he been talking about? Her sister? Who? What?
The first rays of dawn lit the mountaintop. A figure walked up the steps.
"Someone's coming," Oliver warned.
"It's just Bliss," Schuyler said as their friend reached them. "Thank God you're okay."
"Is that? Oh my God!"
Schuyler grabbed Bliss by the waist and let her sob on her shoulder. "I'm so, so sorry."
Bliss removed herself from Schuyler's embrace and knelt by the body of the boy she loved. She cradled him in her arms, and her tears fell on his cheeks. "Dylan...no," she whispered. "No."
But Bliss wasn't listening. She wiped away her tears on her sleeve. "I'll take him down," she said, putting her arms around him, lifting him up. He was so light, he was almost insubstantial. It was like holding air. There was nothing left of him. She made her way down the mountain alone, hiccupping sobs.
Schuyler watched them with tears falling from her own eyes. She had not been able to save Dylan. She had lost two friends today.
"It will be all right, you'll see," Oliver said, kneeling to cover the wound on her arm with a torn strip from his shirt.
"I love you," she said.
"I know." Oliver smiled and continued to bandage her arm.