There was a crisp gunshot, and Jarod slowly fell to the ground. Blood spurted from the wound on my chest...
"No!" I shouted, only to find myself unable to make any sound.
It was a woman in black who shot the gun. A wisp of green smoke was still coming from the muzzle in her hand. She turned her back to me, and I couldn't see her face clearly.
pain! An unforgettable pain took over my consciousness... The
killer put away the gun, skillfully took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it with a silver lighter, took a deep breath, and then turned her face away Come on...
I'm stunned at this moment! That was me! ...
I wonder if this is the first time I woke up from this nightmare? After waking up, the feeling of heartache still lingers in my heart. Is it our destiny to chase after me and run away? Like a magnet of the same pole that can never be approached?
I'm like a lost lamb in my life, I don't know who to trust? After my beloved mother left me, I changed completely. Sometimes I feel like I'm a pretender, and I deeply wrap my feelings under a cold exterior...
My father loves me, but there seems to be a growing gap between us. Especially that inexplicable interrogation made me even more chilling... I even doubted that I was not her biological daughter!
Maybe I should trust the guy I've been chasing? It was the clues he gave me that made me get more real incomprehensible souls. Believe in the enemy I always thought I hated? I don't know how I feel about him. I had a chance to hit him several times, but the gun in my hand lost the sight again and again. How could I have the heart to kill the boy who gave me my first kiss, the boy who gave me the little white rabbit on Christmas Eve, the boy who stood up to protect me at the moment of life and death?
Broots once said, "You're a perfect couple". What I threw at him was a cold sarcasm. I actually had a great feeling at that moment, thanks Broots. He confronted me with questions I had been reluctant to confront: Do I love him? does he love me? This question may never be answered. We are like a pair of parallel lines that cannot intersect, and what connects us may be our shared loneliness.
"Be my lover!" Jarod once said, wondering if he was serious or just a joke? I can't imagine how I should answer when he said this to me?
The time Jarod said to me after saving me: "I'll never forget the little girl who gave me my first kiss..."
Yes, I won't forget either, forever and ever...
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