Aria.
“Marcus!”.
I was kneeling beside him. Blood ran through his shirt, dripping on my hands and leaving a thick layer of it. His chest rose barely.
“No, no, no.
Stay with me.”.
He spat his lips and said, "I'm fine," while deceiving himself and coughing profusely.
I said, "You jerk!" and my voice cracked. "I'm bleeding like the plague.".
The man's voice, with his silvery hair, echoed through the speakers. "It was a touching moment.". This is what disobedience entails.'
My thoughts flooded back to my chest, and I raised my head. "You pulled him off and shot you from behind.". Coward.”.
He approached the glass with a sense of calmness and confidence. "However, you are on your knees.".
As I stood, blood splattered from my hands, and his eyes were locked shut, I said Let h
