Sofia's P.O.V
The world seemed to stop moving. I could feel it closing in on me. Layers and layers of panic seemed to overwhelm my throat making it hard for me to breathe. Harsh memories of the killing of my parents when I was little made its way into my head forcefully and it was like I was reliving it all over again.
My breaths became shallow, my throat tightening the more.
Tears stream down my face as I feel the drumming of my heart in my ears. Tremors surge through my hands.
I felt like I was going to die.
I couldn't breathe.
Air. I needed air.
My head spinned round and round in the midst of all these and all I could think of is how embarrassing it would look to die as a mafia boss because of seeing a dead body.
Making it worse, dying in the enemy's territory.
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