She Lives.
"How the-" I pause, catching my breath, huffing erratically, "How did you make me run?!" I complete, laughing, falling onto my knees on the field. I lay back, my back against the cool grass as the sun shines brightly above me, making me squint my eyes. My heart beats loudly in my ears, my lungs inflating and deflating rapidly. "What?" she asks, crouching near me, "Are you — dare I say— tired already?" she chuckles, patting my shoulder. "Poor you," she fakes her sympathy, but she lays on the grass beside me, her long, brown hair splaying beside my head and tickling the skin of my ears. I shiver sarcastically, shifting farther. "Your hair tickles!" I say, laughing. "You would be lucky to have hair like me," she says, raising her upper body by resting on her elbow on her side, frowning. "Of course, I would," I say, nodding with a big grin on my face. She laughs once and chides me with her squinted eyes. "