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You flinch at the sharp sound of a gun firing, the trill of the shell falling onto the ground. You expect an indescribable amount of pain as the bullet enters your body.
But it doesn’t come.
The pain you feel as you watch Lexa collapse is infinitely worse.
As you watch the life drain from her, her blood tainting your hands, sticky and black, you realize that the possibility of losing Lexa would hurt far more than a bullet. And as you press your lips to hers, your tears mixing with her blood, you wish death had claimed you instead.