Still unaware of and yet to comprehend the current situation, my ears then meet a sequence of loud, frightening gunshots, my eyes meet a sequence of muzzle flashes caused by the guns firing, coming from both Damon's and the other's sides.
Damon uses one hand to handle the gun while his free hand reaches back, wrapping around my waist, gripping me tightly as if afraid I would run off, keeping me completely concealed behind his body as he gently nudges and guides me behind a wall to hide.
After a few more seconds, after we get to hide ourselves behind a wall, everything pauses.
No more gunshots are heard, no more muzzle flashes are seen, except the ringing in my ears, the rapid thumping of my heart under my chest, the distorted and revolving world before my eyes.
"I..." I try to reach for Damon, try to grab him with my mind still spinning wildly around, my eyes still being tricked.
"Rosalie?" Damon takes both my small hands in his large one, his other hand still firmly gripping the gun, keeping it pointed down by his side, ready for anything.
"D- Damon..." I squeeze his hand, trying to get my eyes to sober up and see his face properly again.
"Are you okay?" His rough, lightly out-of-breath voice barely reaches my ears, almost drowned by the diminishing ringing.
It takes me at least 10 seconds to calm down enough for my vision to clear up and my hearing to take in his soothing voice.
"I- I'm okay." I promptly answer the moment I meet those silver eyes staring at me.
"Are you okay?" I ask him back.
...
"Oh my God!" I gasp when my gaze drifts downward and captures something horrific.
I see something red, almost concealed by his suit jacket and the lack of light, but highlighted by his white shirt.
H- he is shot?!
"Damon, ar- are you shot?!" I gape my mouth, my voice quivering as I take a step closer to him, my hands reaching out as though to touch him, but I keep them hovering near him instead.
He looks down at himself, shifting his suit jacket aside to reveal a more vivid sight of blood soaking a part of his shirt, coming from his waist. Gently, he lets go of my hands to press his on the wound.
"Oh my God, Damon..." I promptly cover my mouth.
"I- I will call you th- the ambulance." I stutter, reaching my hands out to search for my phone in his jacket.
"No, Rosalie, I'm fine." He stops me from doing so, shifting away.
"F- fine?"
"Are you out of your damn mind? You are bleeding!" I exclaim, creasing my brows.
He doesn't say anything as he temporarily puts away the gun to pull out his phone, using one hand to dial a number as I stand there and watch quietly.
"Liam." He clears his throat. "I'm shot."
"Meet me by the alleyway near the backdoor exit." He speaks with so much composure like nothing happened.
What the hell.
He seriously can't be this chill.
Hanging up the call and putting his phone away, he sighs and rests his head against the wall, his hand still putting pressure on the wound to prevent further bleeding. His other hand takes the gun out again, keeping it poised beside his thigh.
"Damon, why aren't we going to the hospital?" I can't help but become anxious as I stare at his wound. "Y- you are bleeding..."
I shift around on my feet, not knowing what to do.
Then, after a moment of hesitation, I carefully reach out, finally lowering my hands on his arm that is holding the gun.
I feel his warmth at first, testing the water, before shuffling closer beside him, standing by his side as I kind of hug his arm.
What are you doing, Rosalie.
He stays silent as he glances down at himself, then back at me, his eyes giving away nothing about how he feels, only that he's giving me his full attention, observing my every move and acknowledging my sudden clinginess.
Seriously, what am I doing.
"Rosalie..." He suddenly says my name in that soft, tender way that sparks a blaze of heat in my chest, which naturally prompts me to look up at him with rapt attention.
"I'm sorry..." He breathes.
"What?" I narrow my eyes in confusion, my grip on his arm slightly faltering, but I still hold onto him nevertheless.
"For being a dick the last time we talked." He adds, his rough voice tinted with regret and self-deprecation.
"I..." He swallows, as though the words come out difficult. "Didn't mean that..."
I frown as I just look into his eyes, absorbing his words in silence.
Not knowing what to think, I just take a deep breath, then divert my eyes to look at his stained shirt again, trying to harden myself to be able to handle the sight of blood. "It's okay, Damon, just..."
"Just don't say anything, you are bleeding." I steer the topic, pursing my lips, more worried about him than anything else. "Will Liam treat your wound? When will he appear?"
"It's fine..." He speaks softly, making me look up to see him smile. "It's just a scratch."
"Uh, no?" I shake my head, furrowing my brows weirdly at him.
"Like, what the hell, th- this doesn't look like a scratch." I spread out a hand, trying to get him to see how crazy this seems. "Look at that."
"Love..." He murmurs, and the word immediately casts a spell over me, compelling me to drop everything to just give him my undivided attention.
"I know what I did was wrong." He begins, his eyes locked on mine. "I shouldn't have treated you like that."
"I..." He pauses, looking away, sighing. "I'm supposed to stay away from you, Rosalie..."
"But I..." His voice drops to a low whisper as he meets my eyes again, his jaw tightening subtly. "Can't."
A chill runs down my spine at his words, and I widen my eyes in puzzlement. "What? W- why?"
"Because there's something special about you and I..." He breathes, vaguely narrowing his eyes as he shifts his stance to face me directly.
My body tenses up, the hair on the back of my neck stands at his sudden movement and the implications of his words, my hands slowly slip from his arm, yet still hover near.
"Yes..." The corner of his lips lifts faintly, his eyes flickering over my features.
I just swallow a dry lump, not uttering a word as I look up at him timidly, feeling small and nervous under his gaze.
His smile becomes more obvious, as though he's enjoying watching me squirm.
"Yes..." He says the same thing again, but this time he looks more serious, his smile fading away.
"There's something between us..." He stares deeply into my eyes.
"And I feel it too..."
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Romance"Why did you 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 me?" I, again, throw a very troubled question towards him. ... "I was doing you a favour there." His countenance suddenly changes as a playful smirk plasters on his face. "You should consider yourself 𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚..." "Because ma...
