Misha's blood froze. She scrambled to the edge of the bank. She could see Destin in the water, but she still wasn't wearing a jacket and knew jumping in herself would probably kill both of them. Still, she had to do something. She felt a wave of guilt wash over her, choking her until she felt her hands shaking. She struggled to her feet and launched herself down the river side, trying to find a shallower slope on the river bank so she could help him. "Destin," she choked, clenching her fists. [i]What the hell is wrong with me?[/i]
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