Blake stared up at where just a moment ago, she'd seen a flash of red and a wilting rose on black.
She didn't want to hope; they didn't have time for that - but she'd seen it. The last memory she had of him made her heart lurch and constrict, her last words to him an apology and a decision.
He had reached out and it had taken everything within her to not reach back, no matter how hard she had wanted to. The finality had her hurt as much as it would've hurt him; she was sure of that.
But that brief moment she had seen him, made her lips curl into a ghost of a smile -
She would see him again soon.