Aiden coughed up blood as Sirena shook him. “Stay awake, Aiden,” she sobbed, “stay awake.” She needed to…she needed to…she needed to…she cried harder. Sirena had no idea what to do. Aiden’s body was bloody, broken, and bruised. “I’m so sorry,” she continued to sob, “I’m so sorry.” Never had she felt more helpless. She lay her head on his chest, listening as he struggled to take air in. With all this fighting and vengeance, she killed Aiden. Aiden was going to die because of her.
Just when she had made peace with the fact that she was a terrible person who had just killed the boy she may or may not be in love with, the front door was suddenly kicked open, startling Sirena. She lifted her head from Aiden’s chest. Her heart leapt for joy when she heard, “Aiden! Sirena!” It was Cliff. “W-We
