A Fairytale's End
For the first time, I felt like the intruder, a ridiculous, unnecessary clown.
Sienna turned to me and urged, “Zach, hurry up.”
Lance, now completely enraged, lunged at me with the knife, and screamed, “This is all your fault! Sienna belongs to me!”
I instinctively raised my hand to block.
The blade sliced through my palm. Warm blood gushed out instantly, staining my white suit crimson.
Lance froze for a moment, stunned by what he had done, and his legs gave way. He tumbled down a few steps.
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