It was one of those times where the world has the audacity to keep on turning, when everything inside of you is dissolving. Everything felt numb as she heard the impact of a small body on the wall behind her. Heard the last, shocked breath expelled from small lungs. Someone was yelling—but she could barely process it. Her eyes burned and her own lungs ached. Her gaze was focused on the gun that had fired the fateful bullet—the barrel was now pointed at her.
No. It doesn’t end like this.
She took a deep breath and held it. I can’t fall apart. Not now. In a few minutes, maybe. “That was a mistake,” she said, in a low, dangerous voice.
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