𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 /GXG/

🔸️We are trapped in the scene.

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AKARI TOKIZAKI
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It's been a long time since I heard Na-young crying. I didn't immediately figure out why. It didn't take long, and as soon as I enter, and I saw what it was. It was Da-hye lying on the floor.

''My God!'' That's all I can say.

Na-young, on her kneesㅡhalf-lying on her sister's chestㅡ, stops crying. Chae won stunned walks cautiously.

I can't even understand. The body here, in the pool of blood.

I walk over and stop close, stop next to Da-hye's head, and then blink my eyes. ''Did she commit suicide?''

The odor of blood is intense. Most of the hair is muddy in the pool of blood. My stomach drops as I touch her head, pulling the part of the hair that isn't wet to see her face and my eyes water.

''The shot went through the top of her head,'' I say.

I stand up, look up, and there is blood splatter everywhere.

Da-hye ended up falling off the stage from the height of the 4'', face down.

''The gun was stuck in her mouth,'' says Chae won.

Na-young, little by little, breathes slowly, slowly, and takes her head off her sister's chest. And then her gaze turns to Da-hye's right hand. The revolver is still there, stuck in her finger.

''Na-young, noooo!''

In a very quick movement, anticipating another misfortune, Chae won threw her hands at Na-young, pulling her back.

For a tremendous moment, she stopped Na-young from touching the gun, and who knows what.

Chae won tells Na-young not to look. It's too late. She seems full of emotion and speaks desperately.

My lips tremble, trying to say something, but my voice won't come out. We are trapped in the scene.

One holding the other, one crying loudly and me frozen.

''Take the gun out of her hand!'', shouts Chae won.

I fall to my knees. Blood soaked the fabric of my pants, I grabbed Da-hye's cold hand and tried to pull it away. My breathing quickened, increasing. I can't loosen her fingers. Cold fingers were released with a snap, and I suddenly let out a painful groan, making me realize I'm touching a corpse.

In slow motion, cold blood stained my hand.

In my hand, a gun. I crawl back out of this mess.

I've never seen a dead person, especially in these conditions. She killed herself. She stuck the barrel of the gun in her mouth and fired.

The revolver, everything covered in blood.

''What do I do with this?'' I ask, and I realize that Chae won is keeping Na-young in a heated confrontation, almost strangling her.

''Shoot! '', she shouts.

Filling my lungs with all the air I can, I place my hand on the trigger and hold it down, far from them, squeezing the trigger hard and incessantly.

''There is no bullet.'' I throw the revolver on the floor. Lands close to Da-hye.

Chae won releases Na-young, who is breathing, with her hand on her neck, breathing and coughing, back to life.

The anguish of telling us to run is increasing. But...

''How did Da-hye get in here?'', Chae won asks.