Rojin
I was trembling from an intense pain in my left side. Collapsing into Ethan's arms, my hand instinctively reached for the upper right part of my heart, pressing against it. The side he had wounded with his words and actions now quivered with real agony.
Taking a bullet intended for him, I had leaped to his defense despite trying to flee. Running away from him was futile; this moment epitomized that fact. I preferred to endure suffering myself than witness his pain.
Cradled in his embrace, we both lay on the ground. I watched as the guards swiftly pursued the fleeting car and opened fire. The surroundings blurred for everyone except Ethan.
Although my left side throbbed with intense pain, it paled in comparison to the emotional anguish he had inflicted on me before. Tears welled u
