Aaliyah’s POV The gun sat heavy in her hand, its barrel pointed at me like a cruel joke. My chest rose and fell quickly, my heart beating so loud that it echoed in my ears. I forced myself to lift my chin.“What kind of sick game is this?” My voice cracked, but I managed to keep my gaze on her.Her smile twisted. “It’s not a game. I’m being serious. Either you shoot me, or I fucking kill you, then kill myself. Your choice, sister.”I blinked at her, unable to wrap my head around her words. “What?”“You heard me,” she pressed. “There are only two ways this ends. One; you shoot me in the head, or two; I shoot you first, and then myself. At least that way, we both die here together. I can live with either.”My stomach clenched, nausea creeping up my throat. I stared at her, my lips parting in disbelief. She wasn’t bluffing. The glint in her eyes, the steadiness in her tone, the way her finger caressed the trigger; it all screamed that she meant it.“You’re insane,” I whispered.She t
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