THIRD PERSON'S POV
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Just a few inches and he'll lose his Triantáfyllo.
No, he can't let that happen. He moved fast and quick.
Only a little more difference was left between Scarlett and the chandelier.
He needs to be fast.
The moment he took another step, a loud thud was heard and then the breaking of glass followed.
His heart stopped beating for a moment. All he could think was his Triantáfyllo, his rose might be there, under the broken chandelier.
He quickly ran towards her but tripped and fell, the glass pieces pierced into his arm and legs.
But he didn't stop.
He didn't stop until he reached his wife.
He sighed a breath of relief when he saw only the Chandelier was there, broken chandelier
