Luna
Andrew stood silent for a moment, his expression unreadable as he slowly lowered the knife.
Anticipation gripped me as I closed my eyes tightly, waiting for the inevitable strike, but the attack never came. I felt two arms wrapping around me, a mix of shock and disbelief flooding me as I realized Andrew was carrying me in bridal style. I opened my eyes, shocked to see Andrew carrying me in bridal style, a look of regret and sadness in his eyes. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice barely audible as he carried me away.
I remained completely silent, the weight of fear and confusion stifling any words that could escape my lips. As my mind replayed the disturbing scene, my body trembled with a mix of fear and confusion. Andrew's actions caught me completely off guard, leaving me unsure
