She loved him. She convinced herself that she did. She adored him. Surely, she did. So what did she do wrong?

               She stared at herself in the bathroom mirror before looking out of the door, seeing the spot where he once lay in her bed. She'd talked about him, but not too much. She convinced herself she liked his kisses, his hands on her body, and the way he overall felt. But why does she feel so free now? 

Jasmine felt sick to her stomach. Orion did too. But both had entirely different reasons.

               Jasmine was on the ground on all fours. She gripped her T-shirt as she coughed up blood. Her side was already bleeding, along with the entirety of her back. Meanwhile, Orion barely had a scratch on him, so  he just watched. Jasmine tried to get up but tumbled and fell onto her knees. She leaned backward as she felt every ounce of life leave her body.

               Orion swallowed hard, trying to sound cool. Perhaps even Witty. Instead, he sounded like a scared little kid. "You never know when to quit, huh?" Jasmine wiped the blood from her mouth. She was just... Staring at the pavement. Her eyes were slowly closing, but she strained to keep them open. It suddenly hit Orion.

She was obviously dying. 

               For Jasmine, everything was muffled. Orion's frantic screams for her to keep her eyes open were like mumbling to her. She didn't feel Orion pull her close into his arms, running to his hideout. She felt numb. And it was suddenly dark.

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