The blast reached me, and everything went white again.
So, I thought I would die.
Yet, I was surprisingly still breathing, although hitched, but it was still enough to give me the hope of living.
No. This was my last, struggling breath, I thought, using my hands to weakly block the sight of the light.
Then, a figure appeared in front of me. The figure of a girl.
"If it isn't Mr. Handsome, who shall it be," the familiar voice spoke. "Ha ha ha."
Removing my hands, I noticed the cloud-colored hair flowing behind her back and her sky-blue eyes gleaming pitifully at me.
"Miriam?" I mumbled, now staring back into her eyes.
She smiled and brushed her hand against my jaw, raising my face slightly upward. As if she was examining something, she shook her head disapprovingly and muttered—
"Not good."
Shifting my eyes from her sight, I noticed that the white blast of light had been a result of her defensive attack.
