Sun glazed Max's punk friend with a glow of shine. The gentle October wind swooshed through Chloe's freshly dyed free hair, her black beanie resting between the two.
"You look really nice in the light like that," Max said, feeling a slight blush creep up from her stomach all the way to her maculate cheeks. Chloe smirked over at her friend, either not noticing the pink hue to her face, or not caring to mention it, suggesting she "capture the moment".
Max reached for her new camera in her old, worn shoulder bag, but found nothing- her heart began to race at an incredible rate, her head throbbing. Max was fearing another vision of that awful tornado, until she convinced her weak self that she was just worried, as she usually is. "I-it's not there," she admitted lamely.
Chloe laughed. "I know. You look like you're gonna vomit." Oh man, that laugh. It graced Max's eardrums. Chloe reached beside her, grabbing something. "I got you something, for saving my ass twice."
"You didn't have to-" but Max couldn't finish the sentence. Her best friend presented her with a black leather bag with- possibly fake- gemstones along the edges. It had a zipper and an adjustable strap.
"..There's a pouch for your camera that's bordered with bubble wrap. I.. Put the bubble wrap in there so you won't bust your camera again. They're hella expensive." Max tackled Chloe in a hug. "Hey, it was nothing.."
"But it came from you," Max whispered. "Thank you, Chloe." It was then, in that moment, when Max and Chloe's eyes locked; their heartbeats connected, their breathing timed together in unison..
Everything was perfect.
Until Max's ears began to ring, and her vision blurred. She barely registered Chloe chanting her name before the world around her went dark.
And that's all that happened. No storm, not even a deer. Just pitch black.
When Max opened her eyes, the area around her sped by as if she were running a marathon. Chloe was carrying her. Chloe was running. Chloe was crying.
Max was bleeding. Max was shot.