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Alexa play: Already Gone by Sleeping At Last

A fter Finn died, I could touch him again, and I gently guided his spirit to the surface with me.

“Don’t look down, baby. Eyes on me,” I’d urged him. His body was still floating beneath us, rolling and tumbling uselessly in the undercurrent.

I’d seen my body after I died, and I didn’t want him to have to go through that experience. The sight of my own body floating in the water, tied down to my board, still haunted me in my dreams.

He clung to me, his beautiful eyes wide and glassy. No matter what I said, he couldn’t respond. He simply nodded or obeyed when I gently told him what to do, guiding him through each step until we were back on the beach.

It was chaos .

Sylvie was screaming at the rescue team to get more people out there. I knew they weren’t aware he was dead yet, as they kept using the word rescue instead of recovery.

Finn was despondent, standing next to me in a clear state of shock as the people around us rushed in every direction.

I turned just in time to see Kyle exit the water, clutching his board and looking a little shaken.

Rage like I had never felt before rolled through my chest, and I had never wished I was corporeal more… which was saying something.

If I had been able, I would have killed him with my bare hands.

However, Jet—being the fucking beauty that he was—attacked Kyle for me.

The kid didn’t know what hit him.

Within seconds of him exiting the water, Jet shot at him, moving like a dark streak across the pebbled sand.

“You fucking BITCH!” Jet roared, slamming his fist directly into Tully’s face.

Kyle didn’t see it coming and immediately buckled, falling to the ground.

Jet was on top of him, rage carving every line of his usually kind face.

He slammed blow after blow into Tully’s head. Jet was screaming.

“Do you know what you’ve done! He could be dead! What the fuck is wrong with you!”

Two large guys with ‘SECURITY’ written across the backs of their uniforms pulled Jet off of Kyle. Jet fought against them, still clearly blind with rage and devastation.

Kyle groaned and tried to get up off the ground, but he didn’t get far.

Kai took his turn.

He descended on the kid while Jet tried to fight off security, getting in a few punches of his own before more men in black T-shirts swarmed him, too.

Turtle was running forward, trying to get to Kyle next, but more security flanked him, protecting the little asshole from further assault .

“You fucking dropped in on him! That’s my best bro! You fucking bitch!” Turtle was screaming, tears streaking down his cheeks.

“Turtle…” Finn croaked next to me, reaching for his best friend in what I think was an effort to comfort him.

The team of security carted the bruised and bloody Kyle Tully away, and Turtle collapsed to his knees, burying his face in his hands, a frustrated roar reverberating out of him.

“That’s my best friend!” he cried into his hands as Blake appeared, gathering him into her arms.

“That’s my best friend…” he repeated over and over.

And there wasn’t anything we could do but watch.