"Richard?" Victoria called again when she noticed the blank stare on Richard's face. "Richard?" She called again but still no answer. Her heart beat close to her ears when she imagined the worst. It couldn't be, could it?
Maybe she should slap him. He was just playing tricks on her, right? He was pretending to be… dead, right? How she wished someone could tell her it was just but a dream.
"Richard? Please answer me!" She called clutching the sleeves of his shirt, slightly lifting him off the ground, but when she released him and saw his body go limp on the ground, the world seemed to have come to a halt for her.
"Richard? This is not possible!" She said staring at Richard's limp body as if it was some kind of disastrous plague. "It's not possible!" She shook her head, resting her back on the walls of the hallways.
