An Optimist's Guide to Heartbreak (Heartsong #1)(89)

“Sh-she fainted. Collapsed, I don’t fucking know. Call 9-1-1,” I ramble to everyone, to no one, nothing making sense. “Help her. Please fucking help her.”

A man assists in lying her down in the grass near the side of the road and starts doing chest compressions as a woman puts a phone to her ear.

Why didn’t I think of that?

CPR. She needs CPR.

“Breathe, Lucy,” I repeat, falling to my knees beside her and breathing life back into her lungs. “Breathe.”

Sirens blare in the distance at some point. Two minutes, five minutes, maybe more. Maybe a lifetime passes, maybe no time at all. I fall across her chest, burying my face into her puffy coat.

This can’t be happening.

This isn’t real.

“Breathe, Lucy,” I croak, squeezing her, holding her, loving her in all the ways I swore I’d never love her.

My greatest fear has come true.

Lucy, Lucy, my sweet Lucy.

Her fucking heart broke.

To Be Continued…