Nunew accidentally crashes CEO Zee Pruk Panich's car when working as a valet. He expects Zee to make him pay back the cost of damages but the young businessman has another arrangement in mind.
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It was so cold, firm yet chilling to the touch. I gripped it tightly, grasping the hilt until my knuckles began to stretch and whiten painfully. I kept my hold until my fingers prickled with a numbing sensation, though, I hardly noticed.
Nothing mattered. The pain shooting down to my fingertips, the way sweat dripped down my forehead, stinging my eyes as it trickled into my lashes, the crushing weight of my jaw as it clenched tightly, teeth grinding together until it felt as if they may shatter.
Every feeling, every wrenching sensation, hardly registered.
All I could sense was the metal in my hand, the coppery stench hanging on my shirt and the foreboding atmosphere of finality as my fingers slowly moved, tracing over the trigger before cocking it back.
I held the barrel up, running it along my jaw as my eyes stared unseeing at the window in front of me, the city skyline blurred as rain poured down in sheets over it.
Icy sparks electrified my skin as I dragged the metal down my neck, holding it steady against my pulse as I finally blinked.
Bloodied hair, matted and dripping, seeped into the darkness of my vision. Chestnut eyes, closed to the world, delicate brows pulled tight as plump lips pursed in pain.
So much blood. On his head, rolling down his neck, staining the length of my shirt as I held him to me, begging whatever higher being that existed to spare him.
It should have been me.
It will be me. No matter the cost, no matter what it took.
I would gladly die if it meant he could be spared.
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Nunew's hand was warm in my mind, the feeling being the only thing that made this all seem real. Everything else felt like a nightmare I couldn't wake up from, peeling all sense of comfort from inside of me, forcing me to live in this reality of escapable fear.
My throat ached as I tried to swallow, desperate to forget what had happened tonight. Yet as much as I tried, I couldn't seem to stop the images that flashed through my mind. The smell of something burning, sirens blaring somewhere in the distance, his limp body slumped against me, head rolling into my shoulder as I shook him, screaming his name over and over again.
He didn't open his eyes, no matter how many times I called, no matter how hard I shook him.
Wetness soaked my shirt as I held his head, applying pressure to the wound that lay there, ignoring the way his features twisted in pain. I hadn't been able to stop the bleeding. Instead, I'd been forced to watch helplessly as his face grew more pale, his movements slowing until he was completely still in my arms, a chill gradually taking over his body.
I fought against the paramedics that arrived on scene, refusing to let him go so they could examine him. Their voices were barely audible as they shouted at me about something. I didn't care. In the end, they loaded us both up, Nunew in my arms, his face still buried in my neck.
