She held him in her arms, tears streaming down her face...
She saw the gangster holding a long stick behind him being knocked down by another person, and she saw the panicked expression on the man's face as he seemed to be calling her name.
"Helen, Helen, danger... danger..."
Danger? What danger?
I don't care about any danger anymore...
Another gunshot rang out. Helen Blair felt a sudden pain in her back, and everything started spinning.
All the pain in her body disappeared in an instant, replaced by a hollow, numb feeling, as if she had been hollowed out.
She held him as they fell to the ground, staring at his face. His eyes were closed, his expression peaceful, with a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
She lifted her hand, her fingers trembling as they gently touched his brow, his eyes, and his lips.
His full lower lip was so soft. It reminded her of the summer when she had forcefully kissed him and how flustered he had been.