Anya
The moment the bullet struck Clara’s side, I also felt like I was shot. My heart squeezed in pain and I momentarily forgot how to breathe. I remained speechless and dumbfounded. Not until Clara called my name in her lowest voice. That was enough for me to process what had happened and my tears flowed out like a river.
“C-Clara...” I called her and hastily crawled towards her.
I placed her on my lap and shook my head when I saw a sign of her meeting her end. At that point and with a strong bond I felt with Clara just a few months ago that left me wondering and clueless, I did not need to clarify whether she was telling the truth. I can feel it in my veins that our blood is the same.
“No. Please... don’t. Don’t die,” I said in between my heavy sobs. “I still want you to be my older
