ARDEN’s POV
“Asher...” His name choked in Carrie’s throat. “Get up, please... You said...you said you wouldn’t die on me-” Upsettingly, I could hear the grief in her voice as she tried to swallow down the lump down her throat.
With more tears flowing, she gasped for short quick breaths. Confusion swam about her whether or not to put her tiny hands on him, touch him anywhere that wouldn’t hurt him, because there was blood everywhere coating his chest, neck, and hands. He wasn’t breathing. Asher wasn’t breathing, his body laid motionless on the ground.
“Asher please...please wake up...” Her distressing weeps caused the other women to cry their hearts out in a choked whimper. Jiro, on the other side, was strangely silent.
“You’re unfair-” Her voice broke out. “I will never forgive you for
