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Death.
Such a peaceful thing.
Death with her face in my mind.
Death with her voice in my ears. “Antonio!”
It felt too real. Too beautiful.
The smell of mud in my nose. Chill of the wind on my skin. Sound of twigs breaking under someone’s foot. Fast breaths.
“Antonio!”
I opened my eyes. It didn’t look like the afterlife. It didn’t feel like death.
I was in the same place, in the middle of the woods. There was Michele’s body on the floor. His hand was holding his bloodied neck, his gun out of reach. I immediately kicked it away from him.
How the fuck did this happen?
“Antonio!”
I looked at the sound that came from much closer this time. Priscilla threw away a gun and then jumped on me, her arms wrapping around my neck. She kissed my neck, my jaw with tears in her eyes. “You are alive. Thank god you are alive.”
I was alive.
I was fucking alive, and Priscilla was in my arms.
I cupped her face with my hands. “Priscilla,” I said with amazement. She was really here. I was really here.
She hit my chest with her hands and then buried her face into it, sobbing. The sound shattered my heart. “How can you do this? I hate you.”
My lips curled upward, pressing into her hair. “I love you,” I whispered so softly.
Now that I had the chance, I wanted to say it over and over again. I never wanted to regret anything again.
Priscilla pulled back to kiss my lips. She seemed like she didn’t hear it. I didn’t push it. I kissed her back but kept saying it inside my head.
I love you.
I will always love you.
I will die for you.
When she pulled back to kiss my cheek and my jaw, I heard a faint noise from Michele. My eyes lifted to him in worry. He was still on the floor. He was suffocating. He was no threat.
My eyes fixated on the blood coming from his neck. Priscilla stopped kissing me, and I looked around, asking, “Who came to help? Who shot him?” There was no one around.
Priscilla’s brows came together. Fuck she looked so pretty confused. She looked so pretty with every emotion. “I did,” she answered.
What?
She must have shot from far away, looking at the time she got back to me. The neck was a small target. “How?” I asked, surprised.
Priscilla only shrugged. “I am a good shot.”
A huge grin pulled my lips. All the terror and the fear left my body. I smiled at Priscilla. I smiled at how she amazed me more and more every day. Her surprises never ended. I buried my face into her neck, inhaling and not caring about the sweat and mud on her skin.
“My Priscilla,” I murmured. “My love.”
