It feels cold as the bullet rip through my chest. It's cold but comforting. I look over at her, unharmed, looking like an angel to my dazed eyes. "I wish you had lied when you said you'd take a bullet for me," she sobs into my crimson stained shirt. "I wish that I didn't have to call a rain check on tonight..." I say, as my eyelids grow heavy.
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RomanceIt felt cold as the bullets ripped into my chest. It felt cold, but comforting. I looked at her, unharmed, angelic, sitting at my side. "I wish you were lying when you said you would take a bullet for me," she sobbed into my crimson stained shirt...
