OPHELIA'S POV
"Luco. Just drop the gun. All this gets over if you just drop the gun and let us g-"
"The hell I am going to let Nicole go. That woman won't go anywh-"
"Then take this you fucker."
In a single second, a lot happened. A lot meaning, my whole life flashed within my eyes.
Xavier rose his arm with his dagger tightly secured in his palm, but before he could do anything with it, Luco fired a shot.
At me. The moment the bullet left the gun, the dagger to left Xavier's palm.
I closed my eyes, knowing that this was it. A life, I had lived. Seventeen years, huh?
So, I'm not going to help kids who want to die.
I won't be able to get married. I wanted to marry Xavier. Why isn't this damn ring an engagement ring?
I won't ever have kids, would I?
Won't ever be able to get up and say I love myself and the way I look.
