𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑱𝒖𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒕 ʷᵉᵈⁿᵉˢᵈᵃʸˣᵗʸˡᵉʳ

𝑨𝒄𝒕 𝑽 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒆 𝑰𝑰 (𝑇𝑦𝑙𝑒𝑟)

«I've always liked to play with fire
Play with fire»

Tyler
Verona

1 March
H: 00:26/21:59

I took off my mask while puffing, put a hand over my eyes, hoping that the effect of the excessive dose of alcohol I had drunk would fade.

I went out into the garden and looked around.
I opened my eyes wide when I saw the figure of Wednesday hanging with a rope from a tree nearby.

I ran as fast as I could, and I pulled the rope off her neck, laid it on the grass gently.

His eyes were closed and his pulse was less than weak.

«Wednesday do not do this to me, do not die» I took to do the compressions, alternating with the breath mouth to mouth.

«Wednesday please wake up» I continued for about half an hour and finally I heard her coughing loudly.

«Wednesday» I whispered with a sigh of relief.
She tried to free herself from the hold I had on her arms but I shook her hands.

He told me twice to leave, but the thought of doing so didn't even cross my mind.

«I don't go away» I whispered while it was leaning with the head on my sternum. It felt good to think that at that moment I was the person who was protecting her.
And who he seemed to trust.

I caressed her hair gently as I felt her breathing finally getting regular.

I closed my eyes, leaning my back against the trunk of the tree.

But when I opened them, I saw that she was gone.

«Wednesday?».

I opened my eyes and I sat down, trying to regularize my breath, at that moment labored.

I put my hand through my sweaty hair and squinted, letting two tears roll over my cheeks.

«I miss you Viperetta» I whispered back lying down, looking at an indefinite point on the ceiling.

I knew what he told me wasn't what he thought.
It was true, it sucked to lie to her.

However, his icy expression remained in my loop mind, like the cold and direct words he had addressed to me.

I thought instead of the kiss on the Juliet's Balcony and I barely smiled, when I realized that at that moment she had smiled at me. Something he never did.

I wonder what the hell her father put in her head to make her like this.

«Not on Wednesday!» she ran towards her father, trying to divert the path of the bullet, which instead hit her father in the chest, not far from the heart.

I saw her open her eyes wide and kneel at her side, without ceasing to cry.
He'd tamponade the wound with both hands, mumbling a series of "excuses" over and over.

I looked coldly at my father, who did it to give the man the final blow. I took the gun from his hands, pointing it at him.

«Go away or I swear on the mother that I kill you» I growled pointing the exit.
He looked at me coldly before he obeyed.
When he was out of my sight I ran from Wednesday, kneeling by his side.

«He calls an ambulance, I take care of the wound» I took his place, while with trembling hands he dialed the number 118.

Before I pressed the green button, she looked at me terrified.