~Mike's POV~
I watched as the love of my life was stabbed in the back. I was still squirming, trying to get free from this chair before this crazy's ass bitch turned it on. She watched as the body dropped and she didn't bother to take out the dagger in her back. Her eyes flew on me and I began to panic. She slowly came closer to me then grabbed my face. She was closer than I wanted.
"You don't remember me. Do you?" The look she gave me was as if she was begging in her head for me to know who she was. I looked down, upset I couldn't.
"No, I'm sorry." She lifted my head so I was looking at her. Her face was soft, as if she wasn't mad and we wasn't in the situation we're in.
( A/N: Sorry it's so short today, today's Pride and I didn't have time this week to work on it. #Pride #PansNProud Love yousssssssss )
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