“When the hell did you find this?!” Eli said, eyes wide.
“Where do you think?” I said smugly.
I grab the bag from him and take out the neatly folded paper and open it wide to show him, and large signature in signed on the top and bottom.
“I can cross this out right now and literally make you the president of New America right now.” I say inching my pen closes the the paper to scare him.
I look at the pool of blood under his body, his lifeless, broken body. Trust is sometimes the the most wicked thing in the world. I trusted Kavin, but he murderd the only person I cared about. The only person who cared about _me_.
I keep on telling myself he isn’t really dead, but his chest isn’t rising and pulse is gone.
I fell to my knees in sobs, and I whisper in his cold ear, “I will not w...
