Stray

Adrian was the first to come around. He took a step back and ended the bloody kiss—or rather bite.

“Mr. Ramon.” He bent down and stretched out a hand frankly. His normally light-colored lips was still tinged with a bit of blood.

Oliver spat out a few more bits of sand, his eyes still a little confused, as if he had just woken up from a long sleep. Although he cleared his throat vigorously, his throat still sounded like sandpaper. “It seems that I am still alive.”

He didn’t hold the hand but fell back into the sand and looked at the sky.

Then slowly showed a smile.

“Is this within your plan?” Jesse snorted with his nose.

“How could it be. I thought I was dead,” Oliver muttered. “I just, uh… tried my best and just succeeded.”

But his plan did have another ending in mind.

Oliver continued to stare at the sky, holding a handful of sand in his hand. The delicate grains of sand kept passing between his fingers, eventually only leaving a little bit behind.