"No. Aya I'm not leaving I love you t-."
One shot rang out.
Two shots rang out.
Three shots.
Then, complete silence.
I turned my head to look over at Jasaiah. Three shots in the chest. I was already screaming before I even realized. I was screaming and panting. I was screaming for help. I looked around through the windows. I called the police, begging for help. Then, something caught my eyes. I looked straight, by where the gunshots had come from. There was someone there walking away. They were at least 6 feet. Dark-brown skin. Similar build to Jasaiah Jones. They wore a blue hoodie with a red heart on it. My hoodie. And gun in their hand.
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Until I Die
Teen FictionPeople say that love is until the end, and that is exactly what she did. This is a short story about a relationship gone to waste. TRIGGER WARNING: THIS STORY INVOLVES DEATH AND VIOLENCE. I recommend that you listen to the music linked at the top as...
