Your revolver is cold and heavy in your hand, as you pull the trigger, pointing towards the male standing in front of you with a smile, a genuine smile. He drops the pistol in his hand and it falls to the tiled floor with a slight crash. The bullet pierces through his chest, he stumbles and he falls to the floor, ❝Again❞ your hear your dad's voice. Tears roll down your cheeks, you pull the trigger again. It pierces through his chest again, ❝Good. Finish up soon❞ the line falls dead and you run to him, throwing the gun in your hand. It breaks, crashing to wall but you are too gone to care.
❝Xiaojun! Xiaojun! Don'tㅡ❞ you fall to your knees beside him, too scared to touch him, too scared to know if he's dead, you don't want him to be. You want him alive, breathing and healthy, ❝Don't leave me. Please noㅡ❞ your voice is choked up. You bury your face into your palm, letting the tears wet the leather gloves.
❝Sorry baby❞ you hear a faint voice, his melodious voice with that sadistic glint, ❝if I am dying, you are coming with me❞ a knife penetrates through your stomach, and the blood gushes out of the jab, ❝You are monster, Xiaojunㅡ Iㅡ but I lovedㅡ youㅡ❞ you chuckle and he joins, closing his eyes with a hiss and you do too.
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