*Olivia Jillian Hunters' POV*
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My hands were shaking as they covered my mouth, seeing the person so dear to me lying on the cold concrete while her blood began flooding around her. Shock is an understatement of what I am feeling right now, and all I can do is hope that this is not the reality, that I am just dreaming, a bad, tragic dream, a nightmare, indeed.
"This is not real. This is not happening. Oh, my gosh! Syd?" I muttered, my voice breaking while I could feel my knees getting weaker, and I slowly fell on my knees.
I couldn't dare to look at her face right now, and I tried to touch her left leg. She's not moving, and all I can hear is something ringing in my ears as my surroundings move so slow while my vision becomes blurry.
"Sydney? Hey, talk to me. Are you okay? Tell me
