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Phee's about to do it. He's about to shoot. He looks over at Jin, who has a crazed look over his face. Phee failed to protect Non, but he'll protect Jin. It was never meant to go this far. Tan's crazy over revenge. Non.. Non's gone. and Phee's sure he wouldn't want this.
Phee knows Non. Non would never want death for others. He knows Non,
Or does he?
He wouldn't want this,
He wouldn't want this,
he wanted this.
The words kept repeating in his head, he felt intoxicated even without Tan's drug. Phee ran a hand through his hair frustratedly, clinging the gun strongly in his hand. Afraid to let it go. Tan's continuous yelling, Jin's words, White crying, and Tee mushed sounds felt too much. Everything was spinning, then it stopped. Everything stopped, and Phee saw it. so did everyone else.
Non.
holding a knife to Jin's throat. with the same smile that Phee would've fought the world for, now stood holding a knife to his new world. It was too much.
"Pull the trigger and watch me cut him open, Phee," Non said, with the same sweet voice Phee heard every night. Phee dropped the gun. The sound of the gun was heavy in Phee's ears.
"Non, Non please," Phee begged as he tried to move closer, to reach Non or Jin. he didn't know. He moved until he stood in front of Non. the red bracelet now matching the colour of bruises adorning his face. Phee reached to touch it, and it hit him. Phee saw it all, in just a glimpse of what Non went through. No, he experienced it. He felt the pain; he felt his heart stop working. He heard the yelling. Phee dropped to his knees as he kept mummuring the one word; Non died to hear it.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."