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No.
No.
Nonononononono-
Vincent wanted to cry. The limp body of his lover lay on the ground, lifeless. A pool of blood was flooding out of the three bulletholes in Dark Crimson's chest.
The Mafia boss scrambled onto his feet just to fall few meters away, next to where had been, just minutes earlier, the love of his life, waiting for the fatal bullet that could save Vincent.
Make this stop.
Please, let this all just be a bad dream.
