*Last part of Tom's POV*
The roof caved in moments later. I woke up to the sound of sirens and a burly firefighter picking me up off the ground. "We got a live one here;he said. I heard screaming from the crowed that formed in outside the auditorium. I heard things like 'Was it a gas explosion?' 'A bombing' and 'Where is the Gunman?' I tried to ask about Anna in my dazed stupor. I must have blacked out again. Next thing I know,I'm in a hospital bed with a nurse there, changing my IV bag. Was it real? Only the memory of the music is the reminder that what happened that night was real.
Author's Note:
This is the last chapter of this story because I've writing this one story for too long and I'm getting bored.
I'm going to write a new story sooner or later,so if you read this story thank you and please support me. I'm sometimes gonna take a break,cause I'm poor in health sooooo i get sick easily.
PS: Thanks if you read my story. -Yato
