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Leo couldn't believe himself. He didn't want to, it had to be a dream, it had to. He had to be dreaming. No. A nightmare. There was no way one of his best friends has him cornered in a alleyway, with a handgun straight to his forehead, pressing hard against the skin. But to him sadly, this was reality. He was cornered in a alleyway. He had his best friend have a handgun to this head. He was scared. It was his fault anyway, he was a witness to a murder caused by the same person. But it wasn't a murder. It was a assassination. Luckily the attacker didn't have any more guts to hold the gun to Leo's head anymore, dropping their arm to their side. Leo gingerly rubbed his fingers over the spot where the gun was placed, feeling the small dent that was made by the pressure of the gun's barrel, only to have a sharp jab stab him in the gut. He wasn't shot but rather has been kicked in the gut. Leo wrapped both of his arms around his gut, wincing to the pain as he slid down onto the floor. Feeling the damp, mushy ground on his cheek. Leo tried to slowly reach for his gun that he dropped from shaking too hard in his boots. Only to have the gun kicked far away, hearing the clang of the gun bash against the bricks. The gun was now aimed to his chest. Leo tilted his head up to see the assassin's face, if he could say one thing it wasn't one a assassin would ever have; they looked so young and innocent, but both of them knew it wasn't the case.
"Guang Hong....why? Why are you doing this? Why did you kill that woman?" Leo had so many questions to ask, he knew he hasn't going to get answers but he just want them.
"It's my job, sorry but I have to follow rules, Iglesia,"
"So this what you went to do. Killing innocent people so you can get a quick buck!? This isn't you Guang Ho-"
"That sweet and innocent thing you knew is gone. Gone, Iglesia,"
Leo felt like crying everything out, he wanted this to be fake, a sick joke. Guang Hong lowered the gun again and slid it into his pocket
"Since you were one of my good friends back then, I'll let you go alive. But you must follow this simple rule,"
"And it is?....."
"Forget about me, like you never knew me. Never tell anything breathing about this night. If you will say anything about this night. I will find you....and you will end up six feet underground. Got that?"
Leo could only respond with a nod, he was shaking. Scared. Like every organ in his body was going to jump out at any second. Guang Hong could only respond with a gruff scoff and picked up the gun that was lying still on the ground, putting it in another pocket as if it was his own gun to begin with. Walking away from Leo, Guang Hong was only stopped by a voice.
"Guang Hong Ji, while I can promise I will never tell a soul on what happened this night..." Leo was starting to feel weak, he couldn't bring up the rest of the words he wanted to say.
"Speak. I know you have something else to say,"
So he went with the next best thing to it, he gathered all of the courage he had (or what was left in his body) and stood straight up, ignoring all the signals in his body to sit back down.
"I'll never forget you! Or at least I will never forget the old you. I'm not sure if I really want to know the thing in front of me"
Guang Hong stood there in shock, for the first time in many years has he felt that way. He didn't want to show it.
"Goodbye....Leo." And he was gone. Leo slid back against the wall once again and curled up, crying to himself on what is now happening. His friend, gone. His heart, shattered. Thoughts, scrambled. His wish, getting his friend back.