Alice's POV

My heart was still thrumming inside my chest, and I was too shocked to close my eyes. I could see Luke's furrowed eyebrows as he kissed me passionately. But they definitely didn't look like they were furrowed out of anger. More like... passion.

His lips were curved against mine, dancing to an unknown melody. One that was so passionate, I could feel every emotion behind the kiss. Suddenly, I could feel a slight nip on my lip, making me jump out of surprise. Only then did I realize what was happening. Luke was kissing me, and I wasn't kissing him back!

Quickly, I started to move my lips against his, feeling the delicious feeling of his hands clutching my waist. Not in a dirty way. Not in a way that screamed "I want to sleep with you." Instead, it was something so much more deep and sincere. It was very overwhelming for me. I had never been kissed like that before. Sure, I had drunkenly kissed some even drunker guys, but never like how I was kissing Luke.

As his lips continued to make me feel like I was no longer on the same planet as other human beings, I felt like sparks were exploding inside my stomach. A wild, funny, beautiful feeling that was exciting me, and making me crave more. Hence, I didn't stop, and as far as I could tell, Luke didn't want to either. Every time I pulled back to take a small breath in, Luke would impatiently pull me back into him again, not letting me go.

Unfortunately, the sometimes unwanted thing called "needing oxygen" got in my way, and I moved my lips away from Luke, making him groan in protest. Did this guy not know that needing oxygen was a thing? He didn't seem to want to stop. As hot as that was, I preferred life over kissing, thank you very much.

I rested my head on Luke, trying to relax myself as I collected my breath. Unfortunately, our peaceful moment was interrupted by the sound of the door slamming open. Shocked at the sudden noise, I looked towards the door, seeing Reyna breathing heavily. I could see her disheveled hair and red eyes.

"It's Stella! We need to go to the hospital! Now!", she screamed.

My heart started beating even faster than before, and panic took over me. I looked towards Luke, and I could see my exact emotions in him too. The two of us rushed out of the closet, completely forgetting everything, and hurried outside, seeing Alex's car right in front of the gates and getting inside as quickly as possible.

Without a word, Alex rushed off, heading towards the hospital. I was too scared to realize that he somehow knew about the entire situation, and focused on holding Luke's hand tightly, and squeezing it. I was comforting myself and comforting him, hoping that nothing too bad was happening. Luke got a phone call, from his mom, and I could hear him asking her what was wrong.

I watched him in anticipation, hoping that she was okay. But suddenly, a cold, horrible, sick feeling settled over me, and I instantly knew something bad had happened. I could sense it. My stomach started twisting into knots, an anxious feeling coming over me. Out of the corner of my eyes, I could see Luke suddenly going silent. For two seconds, he said absolutely nothing at all, and a weird, undesirable quietness settled in the car, like the calm before an inevitable storm. But then, the storm came.

Luke launched his hand forward, tapping Alex on the shoulder, and shouting, "Drive faster! We need to get there faster!"

Alex's eyes widened, and he stepped on the accelerator, the car moving at at least twice the speed that it was going at before. Thankfully, the roads were more or less deserted, and we were able to make it to the hospital safely.

As soon as we saw the big, bright sign of the hospital, and Alex parked the car, all four of us rushed out of the car. Luke sprinted towards the door, all of us following him. I could feel his desperation. It was coming off of him in dark, horrible waves that portrayed his feelings at the time. I felt myself emitting the same energy as him, and tears continuously flowed out of my eyes.

I didn't even know what had happened, but I knew that it was bad. And it had happened to Stella. That was enough to make me cry uncontrollably, the cool air of the air conditioner hitting my skin as we sprinted towards the stairs, too impatient to wait for the elevator.

I could hear the thudding of our shoes against the stairs as we climbed the stairs, absolutely devastated at the thought of Stella's unhealthy state, which was what I assumed was wrong. Whatever was happening, she was probably in so much pain, and the thought made me feel like I had two, large weights on my shoulders, putting me down and not letting me come back up.

Finally, we reached the right floor. We ran towards Stella's door, stopping right in front of it, and breathing heavily. Suddenly, I heard a loud sound coming from somewhere behind me. I turned around, seeing Ajax clutching Luke's mom as she cried. A shiver ran down my spine. That was when I realized. I knew exactly what had happened. However, the others didn't.

Dread filled every inch of my body, and I felt like collapsing on the floor. I wanted to curl up in a ball, and sit down in a corner, never coming out again. I didn't want to hear it. I didn't want to hear anyone say it, because then it would be... real. But it had to be done, and I clenched my fists as I waited for the inevitable.

Serena looked up, held back her sobs, and whispered, "She didn't make it. My baby didn't make it."

Stella Daniels was no more.

I'm sobbing right now! This was so sad to write, and I can't believe I did it! Make sure to vote, share and comment on how angry you people are at me for doing this, because I understand. I love you guys! Peace out!