Virus Survivor- Part 3

She didn't have time to remember.
She didn't want to relive that terrifying moment of her life when her heart skipped a beat. Didn't want to face the fact that, she might never see her friend, the way she knew and loved, ever again.
But as sweat and tears poured down like rain in the sweltering desert, she did it anyway.
If only to distract herself from the way each grain of sand burned into her bare feet, she recalled her friend's elegant avatar that seemed to ripple like a curtain of water when the wind blew through. For the sake of her sanity as her blood pounded with each mocking cactus she pasted, she noted her gentle flowing voice explaining to her how to craft a sword, and the way she, herself, regretted not paying more attention.
In order to make each climb, each flinging particle of dust, each ache and burn more bearable. For herself, the judging cacti, what she swore was a mirage in the distance, and for Sarah, who she loathed for bringing her here, she remembered...