"𝐓𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞"
Because this is where love fades and hate resides and intensifies, broken hearts give rise to the most devastating storie...
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I slowly blinked my eyes open and met with the soft, sterile glow of fluorescent lights above. A dull ache throbbed in my head, and the unfamiliar surroundings of the hospital room slowly came into focus.
Tubes and wires snaked from my body to various machines, their gentle beeping providing a rhythmic backdrop to the room.
Confusion clouded my thoughts as I struggled to piece together the events that had led me here. I remembered the fashion show, him taking me to the stage and then... I went backstage, the firing, and then... darkness.
Him with the gun!
My heart quickened with anxiety as I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through my head, forcing me back down onto the crisp white sheets. Panic began to rise within me as I frantically searched the room for answers.
"Ada, you're awake!" A voice exclaimed from the doorway, and I turned my head to see a familiar face. It was Emma, she was worried for me, her eyes say it all.
Where is he? Is he alright?
Please God, please keep him safe. Please!
"Emma?" I croaked, my throat dry and scratchy. "What... what happened?"
Emma came to my side, taking my hand in hers. "You lost your consciousness due to a panic attack" she explained gently. "But you're going to be okay. You're in the hospital now."
My mind raced as I tried to process the information. Panic Attack? It felt like a distant nightmare, but it was my reality, it's been years since my last panic attack. I also took therapy for this but today after so many years it's again.
"Do.. do you know where he is? I mean - I saw him with the gun, he carries a gun?" I asked her, she was his close friend. She knows him more than anyone else. I need my answers, I can't stay with someone who has a gun.
I don't want a person like my father, I can't tolerate another Vijay Sharma, NO! NO!
"You tell me one thing, if he didn't have that gun present with him, would you two be able to survive?" Emma asked, I looked up at her serious face. Her eyes were telling something different but her body language was composed. I shook my head in denial and she sighed.
