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"Luka, live with love."
He couldn't believe what he was hearing, maybe it was just a nightmare? He really hoped it was that case.
When he felt that the brown haired girl was starting to fall down he instantly fell with her on his knees, holding her and gently laying her down. She was breathing heavily, trying to take some air but it was difficult for her.
Luka seeing her in this state couldn't express what he felt. Only fear. Fear that he would have to live without Hyuna in this fucked world, without his light, his everything. It's the first time Luka was crying and sobbing unconditionally, nothing. Could stop him right now and he wouldn't let go of her.
Then, one hooded man walked over and saw that hyuna was still breathing.
Hope flickered within him, fragile yet persistent, like the first light of dawn breaking through the remnants of night. It was not loud or certain, but it was there, a quiet whisper in the depths of his mind, helping him to hold on.
Luka did not know what the future would bring, but in this moment, he chose to believe. To believe that wounds could heal, that time could mend what had been broken, that even in the darkest of nights, the stars still burned.
The weight on his shoulders had not vanished, not had the uncertainties ahead, but hope made him feel lighter. It was the promise of something more, the possibility of a different ending, the quiet assurance that no storm lasted forever.
"She's...still breathing. Let me take her-" but the hooded guy was interrupted by Luka who was still holding her tight to him.
"NO! Leave us alone." He said with tears in his eyes but sure about his answer. He wouldn't let go so easily.
"you don't understand the situation we're in?! She's bleeding and she's still alive, we could save her!"
"No...no no I wont let go! I've finally..." he didn't even manage to finish his sentence that he felt a strong hand on his shoulder trying to pull him away, but he didn't hesitate to take hyuna's gun with trembling hands and point it to the man. "I said...I won't let go of her."
The hooded guy instantly took his hands off him, understanding that Luka wasn't scared to kill him, he was scared for hyuna's sake.
What could he do? He didn't want hyuna to leave his side, to be alone, knowing that it was HIS fault. She was suffering and he knew it, but seeing her face was a miracle and couldn't belive it how fast she left.
After two minutes of thinking, luka finally decided what to do, but then he was interrupted by a girl, punching him in the face with no hesitation. It was Mizi, who put him on the ground, it was the same feeling of round 5 but now worse.
"How dare you say those pitful words when you just killed my friend! Why.. you're horrible you dont deserve her! You just killed her!"
At that moment some guys took the opportunity to stop hyuna's bleeding and bandage her, while she was still alive. Others tried to stop mizi from killing the blond, and when they did, he barely was able to stand up that the first thing he was searching was hyuna. She was gone, she wasn't in his sight and he lost it. He looked at his fingers, that were turning constantly more purple. Fear in his eyes could be seen, tears and desperation was showing. People took mizi on another side to calm her down and others were trying to stop lukas bleeding from the nose that was clearly broken.
“where's hyuna…i need to see her… where's she..”
he couldn't stop talking about her, it was the only thing that kept him alive. Then, like a miracle he saw her. She was being taken away by the hooded guys and her bleeding was stopped.
He was glad about that but couldn't stand there and do nothing.
He took the gun he was holding previously and ran towards her, while others tried to stop him. Someone shoot him on thr neck, but it wasn't a bullet or anything painful, nothing like that. Touching his neck and pulling out the little needle arrow that was on him and he instantly felt dizzy, and couldn't stand on his feet anymore, was it venom? Is he going to die? Or just make him even weaker Than he already is?
Before he could do anything, he only saw darkness and his mind was filled with thoughts. Thoughts that could kill him any moment but he didn't care.
.
.
It was his fault, he didn't want this ending. It could’ve had a better ending. It was him who had to die, to suffer, to be shot.
Darkness clung to him like a second skin, heavy and inescapable. Each breath felt like a battle, each moment a slow descent into something deeper, something colder. The weight in his chest was unbearable, pressing down until he wondered if he would break beneath it.
There was no light, no solace—only the echo of his own thoughts, relentless and cruel. He reached for something, anything, but his hands grasped at nothing.
The world moved around him, indifferent, while he remained frozen in the abyss, swallowed whole by a despair that had no end.
The fear gripped him sharply, like icy fingers wrapping around his throat. It came without warning, a cold realization sinking into his bones: he might lose her. The thought alone was unbearable, a weight so crushing it threatened to pull him under.
His mind raced, searching for something to hold on to, some assurance that this wasn’t real, that fate wasn’t so cruel. But reality was relentless, offering no comfort, no certainty. Every second was unbearably long, each breath a struggle against the panic clawing at his chest.
Memories flooded in: laughter, whispered conversations, the warmth of her presence. All so vivid, so alive, and yet now hanging by a thread, fragile and fleeting. He wanted to scream, to fight against the inevitability pressing in on him, but there was nothing to fight. Only waiting. Only helplessness.
The thought of a world without them was a void too vast to comprehend. It was emptiness, a silence so profound it threatened to consume him. And so he stood, trapped in the unbearable space between hope and despair, watching, praying, dreading the moment when everything might shatter beyond repair.