"I always knew I'd take a bullet for you," he says as pain ebbs through his chest. She crouches beside him, clutching at his shirt. Sobs echo from her as his lids grow heavy from the weight.
"And I always knew you wouldn't take one for me," he whispers and shuts his eyes.
"No! I never meant for you to be there. That bullet should be in my chest. You didn't deserve this. I did and I-I love you."
It was too late. He had already passed. He didn't hear her final goodbye. He died without knowing that she did care, that the feelings were mutual. She was just too scared to admit it.
And now time was up. She was too late.
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Depressing One Shots
قصص عامةthese are just a bunch of random one shots and a lot of them are really depressing so ya
