We rather Die

"What the fuck have you done Darren?" my voice ended up in screams as I saw blood flowing out of John's forehead.

John didn't struggle much and breathed his last before our eyes. Darren stood rooted on the ground, looking nowhere but at the open space.

"Darren… Darren" I tapped on his cheeks trying to get him back to this world.

He stood there without moving an inch, his fale looked pale.

Had situation would been like earlier, I would have patted on Darren's shoulder and looked at him with pride for not thinking before ending someone's life.

But I am no more the monster now, I am a changed man. Irene Ranallo changed me, and this fucking asshole John wanted me to believe that she wanted to go away from me and all of this is an act.

Though I did never believed in him, I kind of got split into two minds. I could sense all those things that went wrong from the time she arrived at my place.