INICIAR SESIÓN- KILLIAN - I’ve never cared for anything before. Or anything as much past my brother. Never cared for my life. I always knew that a person who killed by the gun will die by the gun and I accepted this fate for as long as I remember till I met her. The reason I want to live. The only reason I c
- HAZEL - My heart drops. As I see the end of the gun point right at me by the man who says he will protect me, I cannot help my racing mind. My entire body trembles even more and my mouth parts ajar in an attempt to mumble words. “K. . . Killian. . . “ A gunshot. Straight at me. My body fall
- HAZEL - My heart stops as I sight the guns in his hands. Considering where I live, having a gun is normal. . . right? But these don’t look like normal guns sold at a store. They do not even look registered. The banging on the door deafens my ears and my chest catches. My body falls to the flo
- KILLIAN - My heart stops, I can hear every single sound in this room down to my breathing. My lips part to call out her name, knowing I do not have a second to protect her. “Hazel. . .” I breath. Hazel looks at me, her innocent face replays in my mind before the devastating incident that follo
- KILLIAN - I have been waiting for her. Waiting to see her again after the night I met her in that state in her room. The day had been set and from then till now, there were so many things in my mind to process. Things like where to start from. What exactly to say. I knew the words, but I did
- HAZEL - The drive into his compound was quiet. While Liam and I barely exchanged words during the road journey, something about the air once we entered Killian’s home was intense. Choking. The air conditioner in the car was still on yet I felt like I could not breathe and despite the temperature







