The first gunshot of the night reverberated across the walls of the mansion and into the ears of everyone in the radius.
In the dead silence of the night, probably the radius of Rivertown.
It might have been just a sound, but the thought that came with it struck me harder than it would've if the bullet went through my heart.
I pushed Rose; something that felt so damn surreal that my mind couldn't comprehend still.
Rose was alive.
Rose tried kissing me against my will.
My will refusing a kiss from Rose.
Pushing Rose.
If my four-years-ago self witnessed this, it would've laughed and thought it was a joke.
It wouldn't even pass as a joke because it was simply impossible.
In a blur, I thrashed through the screaming crowd. It was in vain. They were running in each and every direction
