Luke Peterson, 2026.

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Hot tears stream down my face as I lunge at her, grabbing the gun and ripping it from her wretched clutches. The same gun that blew my fucking face off all those years ago, the same gun that just murdered my innocent lover. My shaky yet quick hands press the barrel of the gun firmly into the temple of her head.

"Rot in hell, bastard." I mutter harshly through my teeth as I pull the trigger.

The sound of the gunshot was heaven to my ears, subsiding my boiling blood. I let go of the front of her shirt, waiting for her to fall.

She doesn't.

The blood pouring from her head slows, the wound closes, and I stifle a gasp.

What the fuck.

My empty hand starts bleeding from how much my nails dig into my palms. I watch as she spits out the bullet into her hand, inspecting it. Daisy sighs, throwing it off to the side. She turns her face to look at mine, a smirk creeping up across her lips.

"What are you looking at, Peterson?" She snears. My throat starts to close up.

I drop to my knees, tears falling down my face yet again. I cough. Bugs. I'm not surprised anymore. I feel numb to everything. I lay my head against Henry's cold chest, closing my eyes as one last thought rings through my head, loud and clear.

Daisy is God. I am sure of that.

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