Fossil Fighters: Return
"I'm sorry," you say, almost to a whisper, and scoot next to her, putting an arm around her shoulder.
She looks up at you with eyes filled with despair and sorrow, tears welling up.
The tears come out of you as well, and you embrace, hugging as hard as you can without making it hurt.
"I never should have left," you say.
"Don't blame this on yourself," she replies, and squeezes you harder.
"I never should have left you, that's what I mean. I care about the island, but as long as I was with you..."
The sentence trails off, and Rosie's eyes are now more glimmering than ever.
You don't even realize it, but now you and her are so close her nose rubs against yours.
There's a jolt in your stomach as the butterflies activate, fluttering around.
She leans even closer, and you close your eyes for a ki-
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! Suddenly, the windows shatter and sprays all onto the floor and on customers.
Immediately you whip your head to the side and a black figure stands outside, next to your car, holding a gun.
He's walking up to the door.
Rosie's pink fingernails dig into your skin, she's shaking like she's in a snowstorm.
The kitchen is behind your table, leading back to who-knows-where. Maybe a back door.
His hand closes around the doorknob.
A side door leads to the parking lot only twenty feet away.
The door is slowly opening.
What do you do?
She looks up at you with eyes filled with despair and sorrow, tears welling up.
The tears come out of you as well, and you embrace, hugging as hard as you can without making it hurt.
"I never should have left," you say.
"Don't blame this on yourself," she replies, and squeezes you harder.
"I never should have left you, that's what I mean. I care about the island, but as long as I was with you..."
The sentence trails off, and Rosie's eyes are now more glimmering than ever.
You don't even realize it, but now you and her are so close her nose rubs against yours.
There's a jolt in your stomach as the butterflies activate, fluttering around.
She leans even closer, and you close your eyes for a ki-
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! Suddenly, the windows shatter and sprays all onto the floor and on customers.
Immediately you whip your head to the side and a black figure stands outside, next to your car, holding a gun.
He's walking up to the door.
Rosie's pink fingernails dig into your skin, she's shaking like she's in a snowstorm.
The kitchen is behind your table, leading back to who-knows-where. Maybe a back door.
His hand closes around the doorknob.
A side door leads to the parking lot only twenty feet away.
The door is slowly opening.
What do you do?