𝘽𝙀 𝙈𝙔 𝙒𝙄𝙁𝙀𝙔 | 𝘔𝘢𝘯𝘫𝘪𝘳𝘰 𝘚.

#13 pt. 1

"Y/n, I use to be in love with another. She showed a small act of persistent kindness and I fell hard, but now I'm in love with you. Your beauty and determination. The way you won't take no for an answer. Your smile and curves. I love everything about from the moment I met you. I've done so much to get to this point. So will you do me the honor of marrying me?" The tall tan man with glasses got down on one knee, opening a velvet ring box.

I stood in shock, looking down at him. I pulled my coat tighter on me as a breeze blew by. A small frown setting on my face. I felt upset and uncomfortable in front of the man.

"I'm sorry, but I don't feel the same. I'm with Mikey and I only see you as a friend. That's what we agreed to be." Words came out of my mouth own their own. Like I wasn't in control of what I was saying, but I was. Almost like a memory.

He jaw clenched and visible anger started to come out. His face started to red from embarrassment and he quickly stood to his feet. He threw the ring to the ground and stomped on it. I flinch at the suddenness of his actions.

"Every. Single. Time." He said out as he continued to stomp on the ring. Then he turned his attention to me. "Why? Why can't you just love me? Why couldn't she just love me?"

I shifted on my feet, "is that like a real question or?"

"I'll give you one more chance, Y/n. Just take my love, please. I'm begging you. I've already come so far and just for you." He grabbed my shoulders roughly and started to shake me back and forth.

"I'm sorry," I pulled away from his grip. "But i don't like you. And you treating me like this is just making it worse. Now I have to go." I turn to leave.

He let out a deep chuckle, "she turned her back on me too."

Then I heard the noise of a gun's safety click. Before I even had a chance to fully turn around, a shot fired. The loud bang ringing through my entire body.

And it did ring through my body, quite literally. The bullet went straight through my chest. At first the world went still and then the cold started to seep through my clothing, deep into my bones. I could only stare at the blood dripping onto the beautiful snow. My blood... dripping on the snow. And then my body hit the ground. I saw a familiar face flash in front of me and then my world went black.

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And then my eyes opened. I shot up, leaning forward in my bed. Tears streaming down my face. I couldn't wipe them away fast enough. They just kept running down my face. To the point where I just gave up on wiping my face.

It felt too real to just be a dream- I mean nightmare. It felt as if it already happened, like a memory. But I was never shot before or proposed to. So was it a vision of some sort?

I leaned over to my nightstand and grabbed one of my crystals, hoping for the best. If that was a vision, I hope it happens no time soon. Not to mention that a wanna be lightskin Japanese nigga is gonna be the one to kill me. That's just embarrassing.

But the real question is who was that man? And why was Takemichi the last face I seen..?

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Chapter coming soon...