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He held the gun on her head, demanding truth, or maybe a story that he assumed is true. Shiver ran down her spine, her body froze, the woman who has always been strong infront of the world, breaks down for a man, she LOVES.
"Answer me", he roared, she stilled
"Tell me, why did you fucking kill my mother", he asked again, she was numb
"I didn't", she said, trembling on her words
"You have to trust me, it wasn't me, It was never me", she cried her words out
And the very next moment, a loud noise took over the room, the gun shoot, he shot the gun. Deep down, he wanted to trust her, but he wasn't sure.
Somewhere she also wanted to prove but had no evidence, cause sometimes even she herself wonders, what if it was really her?, did she really did that?,
THE ROOM WENT SILENT
She froze.