Second Soul“You’ve put on some pounds, Lyra,” Kohner said as he scowled at his love’s body in his arms. “I know why they call it deadweight, now. And no, I don’t know who they are.” Kohner imagined Lyra’s eyes sparking as she poked fun at him, if only she were alive to do so. He shifted the weight from one foot to another. Kohner’s muscles strained, and his veins popped. He groaned.Second Soul by RattledFawn
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The buzz of rushing water rumbled through the forest. The noise served as motivation for Kohner, and he quickened his pace, jogging through the underbrush with little care to protecting Lyra’s body. Her leg caught against bramble. While reaching to yank it free, Kohner spiraled to the ground. Lyra’s body rolled downhill. Kohner panicked and chased after her, dropping to his knees beside her body where it stopped rolling on the riverbank. His cheeks flushed red, and he removed the stickers from her leg, tossing them over his shoulder.