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Darcy -

I pulled the trigger.

Blood splatter over my wedding dress. He gasped for air but still let out the words that made me go cold.

"How do you know I'm not Zayn? Where is your beloved Zayn?"

I fell to my knees, the gun still in my hand. Zayn was on the ground, the blood still running.

My shut my eyes tightly and the tears dribbled down my painted face.

I killed Zayn.

The Real Zayn.

~

No point of view -

"She won't be expecting this one, either."

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