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Chapter 11: Cold Tears

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The rain became heavier, piercing my skin with a chill that seemed to seep into my very bones. Water trickled down my face, mixing with the tears that streamed from my eyes, creating a blur of salt and rain that stung my skin. The raindrops clung to my eyelashes, weighing them down, making every blink a struggle.

Its sound was deafening—a constant, pounding beat that filled my ears and drowned out all other noise. It was as if the sky itself was weeping with me, its tears falling in torrents that threatened to wash away everything in their path.

Vino released my wrist. I could hear his deep, labored breathing. Summoning all my courage, I turned to face him.

Dark blood stained his white t-shirt. He tried to look at his back, so I crawled over to examine it. My hands trembled as I lifted his shirt, revealing a large bruise on his back—it was blue, almost turning dark violet. The bruise surrounded several small gunshot wounds on the right side of his back.

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