FL kneels under the great tree again, soaked to the bone. Her breath trembles as she sees him unconscious, blood still flowing.
Luna (fl)
FL (thinking): …He’s still alive.
What… what should I do?
She tears a piece of cloth from her dress, hands shaking
Luna (fl)
FL (muttering nervously): Don’t die… not like this…
She leans closer, pressing the cloth against his wound. Blood stains her hands instantly. Her eyes widen but she keeps pressing.
FL (thinking): It’s so warm… so much blood… How is he even still breathing?
Suddenly, his hand twitches. His eyes snap open, sharp even in weakness
Lucas (Mafia don ml)
ML (hoarse, angry): …You again?!
Before she can move, his arm shoots up, grabbing her wrist tightly. His eyes blaze with suspicion and pain
Lucas (Mafia don ml)
ML (snarling): Who sent you?!
Tell me—before I—
Luna (fl)
FL (gasping, struggling): I-I’m not with anyone! Please! I was just—trying to help!
He tightens his grip, but his strength falters. His hand slips, dragging down her arm. His forehead drops close to her shoulder, breathing ragged
Lucas (Mafia don ml)
ML (thinking, dizzy): …No… she’s not lying… too clumsy… too scared…
If she were with them… I’d be dead already.
[His grip loosens completely. He collapses against her arm, unconscious once more.]
Luna (fl)
FL (panting, terrified): …God… what kind of mess have I stepped into?
[She looks at his bloodied face, conflicted, biting her lip.]
FL (thinking): If I leave him like this… he’ll die.
But if I stay… will he kill me when he wakes up again?
[Thunder booms, lightning illuminating both of them under the tree — her trembling form holding his nearly lifeless body.]
Author note: In the storm’s heart, a girl who feared death… chose to hold onto it.
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