Stay Away, Officer.✔

Twenty Five

[NEXT DAY]
*AMBER'S POV*:

I felt shivers of warmth run through my body as every second passed by, and I was no longer feeling cold.

Well, my body didn't feel cold at least.

But, my inside felt as cold as a dead solid stone.

It was weird how every breath I took hurt me more and more each time I decide to breath, and I knew my tears aren't gonna fall down anymore.

I've ran out of all the emotions that I held... except one.

Pain.

The pain generated from love and betray was the one stopping me from breathing, and even though my lungs functioned perfectly, it was hard for me to inhale the air around me, knowing Conor can't anymore.

I found myself sitting up instantly to the memory.

My officer... my baby... my only hope is now gone.

He's dead.

Conor's dead and so is every particle of love inside of me.

I feel nothing but pain and torture knowing that I'm breathing his air... that I'm right here, going on with my life when I was the reason his life was taken away from him.

It was hard for me to come to the realisation that I no longer can see him... hear his voice or kiss him.

My heart hurts only by the thought of it... so what do you think I feel when on top of all that pain, I got to see him dying, because of me, without even being able to help one bit.

I was there screaming, begging, and trying, but what's the point of all of that if I couldn't save him?

He saved me, and I couldn't repay him.

This is honestly so painful, I don't even think I'm going to recover.

When I sat up, I eventually took in my surroundings, and I found myself on an old bed, no longer on the floor, which explains why I wasn't feeling cold anymore.

The room wasn't big, actually, but it was empty, with nothing but the bed I was thrown over, a counter next to it, and two chairs.

It didn't take me long to notice I wasn't alone in the room, and my heart suddenly ached to the view.

Their lips... they were sealed against one another, and it makes me sick how these two people are only the closest people to me ever since I was fifteen.

My best friend and the boy I loved at some point in my life are kissing boldly in front of a passed out, heartbroken girl, and you can tell I wasn't able to react.

I couldn't react.

Somehow, a view like this doesn't affect me at all after what I've been through earlier in the day.

Actually, I don't know what day is it and how long I've been lying here.

Anyway, I sat on bed, watching her smile grow wider as he kissed her harder, and I sat there, ironically watching them till they finish.

Those lips that kissed me countless of times are now kissing my best friend, and she likes it... too much apparently.

You know, I've tried thinking of one god damn reason to why she killed Conor, and I think I know now.

I felt her words shoot inside my mind effortlessly, as I remembered the day she wanted me to run away with Conor.

'Mason was never there for you in the first place, so why would you stay here for him if at the end of the day, he can easily replace you with a brunette?'