• The young girl slid down the wall and buried her face in her hands, shaking from silent tears. The memory of Zak's lifeless, pale face haunted her memory. Though she knew his heart beat under that scar inflicted by her, it still felt like he was dead. It had been in the middle of a fight, and Ali hadn't moved fast enough to protect herself when her opponent drew a knife and Zak had jumped between the two fighting girls, getting his chest sliced open brutally.
    "I'm so sorry, Zak." she whispered into her hands, rising and wiping her tearstreaked cheeks painfully.
    The next day, she sat next to Zak's hospital bed, holding his hand and skipping class to be with her partner and friend. They fought together against criminals and stuff, and they shared an apartment. She would be literally depressed if he ever died. She wouldn't be able to go on if that happened.
    Suddenly Zak started screaming and thrashing, his hand tensing inside of hers.
    "Zak!" she cried, grabbing his hand in both of hers, panicking. "ZAK!"
    At the sound of her voice, Zak relaxed, finally opening his eyes to look at her. "Just a nightmare, Al, dont worry." he said, panting and squeezing her hand before passing out again. Before she left, she released his hand and he immediately jerked into conciousness. "ALI!" he cried, sitting up suddenly, eyes wide and panicked.
    "Zak, are you okay?" Ali asked, freaking out. "Lay down, you're going to open your stitches. But Zak ignored her, just staring with wide eyes. Suddenly he flung his arms around her neck, pulling her to him.
    "Don't leave me alone, Ali. Please. How am I supposed to protect you if I can't even see you?" he whispered, and Ali's heart nearly stopped.