Stay with me

The bullet found its target, but to her sudden horror and relief, it wasn't him that took the hit.

The expression on Matteo's face was a glare, a glare filled with – sadness. Why was he sad? He was the one in danger. Her gaze faltered, and then she felt it, the sudden disconnection as her concentration wavered. Not in the way of someone who was in love and needed to save his or her lover, but in the way that – prepared someone for death.

Her steps slowed as she came to the realization – how did it happen? She lifted her hand to the side where it begun to hurt – that was when she felt it.

The excruciating pain seared through her as she stumbled forward in small steps, clutching her wound. She lifted her hand to her line of sight and observed