BLUEBELL'S POV.
TWO MONTHS LATER.
The night was still young and the slight drizzling could not prevent me from walking under the dimmed street lights.
I was listening to Adelle's song as I tried to figure the life ahead of me.
My grey trench coat was long enough keeping me warm and I hummed as I wandered about.
I heard some commotion from behind but I chose to ignore it. It was a sound of a man and a woman arguing.
I kept on ignoring but things got salty when the bullet was fired. I froze.
I turned back to see a man holding his thigh as the woman cried placing her gun on the head. She wanted to blow her brains apart.
I chose to walk back and talk her out. The husband was busy cussing as he writhed in pain but my mind focused on the woman.
"Don't do it, " told her from behind,"I h
