The world around me spun, then my stomach dropped and a terrible dizziness took over. I’m not sure what happened next. I could look back now and see only flashes of fuzzy pictures. Willow’s alarmed face, the man’s back as he rushed away.
I peeled open my eyes. The sunlight made my head throb, I squinted. I lay on the floor of the tall chapel. The windows gave off colorful splashes off color. The ground around me was covered in a sickley purple color. Willow lay beside me, her eyes flashed nervously as I went to pick up my head. The world spun, I put my hand to my forehead.
“What the. . .?”
“You fainted,” Willow spoke simply. She sat up and stared down at her hands. I let my sore eyes fall on her. The questions filled my head.
“Who,who was he Willow?” I whispered. She picked up her head slowly. Her face was wet from streaming tears. Her form shook as she sobbed.
“His name is Max.” She rasped. Willow’s blue eyes filled with more tears. The river pored out.