Too Late, Mr. White! I'm Married To Your Rival Now
When I finally reached Sophia's apartment, I didn't even bother with the elevator, taking the stairs two at a time until I reached her floor.
"SOPHIA!" I shouted, pounding on her door. When there was no answer, I stepped back and kicked it open.
The bathroom light spilled into the darkened apartment. I rushed toward it, my heart in my throat.
She was lying in the bathtub, still fully clothed, water tinged pink with blood flowing from her wrists. Her eyes fluttered open when I burst in, a small, sad smile touching her lips.
"You came," she whispered.
I didn't answer, just scooped her up and ran for the car, my shirt quickly soaking through with her blood. All I could think was: Not like this.
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