Candice pointed the gun towards her chest in a single, swift and quick move.
The instant the cold metal touched her chest, she heard Noah’s movement, he was getting up, then he was calling her name to stop, then she pulled the trigger.
“Noooo! Candice!”
Everything happened so fast.
She felt the trigger hit her, and it wasn’t like she’d always thought it would be. Yes, she had been hurt before- in dreams and out of them, but this was different.
Because it was real.
She felt the blood start trickling, but she didn't feel the expected warmth of the liquid when it started trickling down her chars and staining her clothes, spreading all over the cloth.
No, it was different than last time.
It was painful.
And she was shivering.
It was as if the cold, snow - white hands of wint
