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"You're not what I thought you were." She look...
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Y/N 'S POV
Blood.
And blood.
There's blood everywhere on the concrete floor, the surface, the broken furniture and me. My hands shake with shock and pain. A kind of pain that makes me wish it would've been better had I died the moment.
My tears are constantly flowing down my cheeks as I force myself to get up but my physical strength is zero and mentally I'm lost. My heart whispers a name, a name that should've never made a place within me but now it has and now my heart yearns for it.
I whimper as I drag myself on my unsteady feets with the help of a nearby wall but I fall down instantly. I yell out at the pain that explodes somewhere but I pay no attention. The pain in my chest intensifies when I get the glimpse of a familiar figure. It's laying in between the broken pieces. I try to speak but no words come out.
Don't die on me.
I chant the words as I crawl towards the body. My brain has a fog inside, my heart hammers against my chest, making it impossible for me to breathe. I was supposed to be dead then why am I alive?
I remember. It's because he threw me away. It's because he saved me. Yet again.
A low sob erupts from my mouth and I can't recognize my own voice. When I finally reach the body, my broken pieces shatter once again at the sight of blood, injury and bruises all over the face. No sign of life is visible, I couldn't see it. I flinch when the tip of my fingers touch the skin.
It's cold.
So freaking cold.
"N-no..." I whispered, trying to shake the person who's lying in his blood. He doesn't wake up. He doesn't respond. My lips wobble with a sob and I can't say his name. All of my clothes are covered in blood and dust. The dress is torn. My movements are shaky and filled with panic as I try to stop the blood gushing from his stomach. "D-don't die..please please..." I beg him but he doesn't open his eyes.
"He is dead." A voice echoes in the air, making me flinch as the reality slaps on my face. I slowly turn around to find a face that always softly looks at me with a smile staring at me. But today, It's not the soft smile on his face. Today, it's glinting, eyes gleaming with pride and the victory is shining in his orbs. "He is dead and it's your fault."
The words are harsh and they hit me hard. I shake my head with denial, tears brimming in my eyes. I tried so hard, so fucking hard to change this, to not end up in this situation but I still couldn't defeat the person standing opposite me. He shouldn't be called a person because I can clearly see a damn devil shadowing his face.
