Melrose • Dolan Twins

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I screamed in fear. In pain. In anger. As I saw them both unconscious on the ground. I didn't know who to approach first, so decided to approach the person who was closer to me.

Grayson.

His eyes were closed, and his pulse was slow. He was shot in the left side of his chest. Right where his heart was.

"Grayson, please, talk to me, you can't die on me, please Grayson" I kept mumbling over and over again, as I moved as fast as I could to cover his wound with a ripped strap of my wedding gown.

My heart was beating out of my chest as I panicked. My eyes were wet from all the tears that kept streaming down my face

I noticed his eyes open slowly, and his hand move weakly over mine, stopping me from doing what I could to stop the bleeding.

He flashed me a small smile and slowly raised his hand to caress my cheek, wiping the tears. "I love you." He weakly said.

I held his hand against my cheek, as I cried. "I love you, Grayson" I whispered, placing a kiss on the back of his cold hand.

I could not bare the thought of living without him, or Ethan. I began thinking about what ifs and multiple situations. What would happen after all this chaos.

But just right after a few seconds, I witnessed the consciousness leave from his eyes, and his head drop to the side.

He was dead.

"Grayson" I kissed his pale, cold lips one last time.

"Grayson please, no, don't do this to me" I cried, and screamed in agony.

I didn't even realize the police and the ambulance got there until I watched the paramedics take him away. I was too busy to be even watching my surroundings.

I stood up, breathing heavily from crying so much, and saw Ethan on the ground, he raised his hand so weakly as if he was telling me to come.

So I did. I ran to him, and crouched down, caressing his cold cheeks. He flashed a weak smile and held his hand against mine.

"Take care of you and Grayson's baby, alright?" He said, almost in a whisper.

My lips parted, as if I were to say something but then closed my mouth once I realized what he was talking about;

The baby was never Ethan's, but Grayson's. The night he visited me in London, that night in his car, was when he got me pregnant.

My misty eyes travelled from his eyes, to the spot where he was shot. He was shot in the chest too. And he had already lost too much blood.

"Ethan," I weakly called his name as more tears rolled down my cheeks. He closed his eyes, as his hands dropped to the ground.

He was gone.