The lights came on.
She pulled out the knife.
Her eyes went wide.
The knife slipped from her trembling hands as she saw the face of the person.
"I... I... Xora," Blake stuttered weakly, pressing his palm on the stabbed stomach.
Ixora stared at him with wide eyes for a second. Two. She couldn't find her voice.
"B...lake," she called, her lips quivering.
Blake traced his palm, which had already been stained by his blood.
His gaze met Ixora's own, and slowly, he fell to his knees.
"Somebody call the ambulance and the police. That girl just tried to murder that boy."
She heard a person shout.
"Blake!" she called, tears sliding down her cheeks.
She rushed to him and held him before his head could touch the ground.
She went on the ground with him.
"Blake! Somebody help!" she shout
