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Not strong enough(Ghost POV)TW:CSA
“Somebody f*****g help me.” I stared down at Viper’s faded blue eyes. Eyes that have looked at me with adoration that I never deserved. Eyes that have seen and experienced the truest forms of deception and hatred. She deserved the world, and I was supposed to give it to her. Leaning down, I press my ear against her chest. Please f*****g have a pulse. I’m begging. I’ll do anything. Placing my hands against the wound, I push, and push, and push until I hear ribs cracking. That means I’m doing it right. A whoosh of relief passes through my lips. I can save this. “I’ll save you,” I whisper. “Let me save you.” My hands pumped in sloppy rhythm as tears blurred my vision. Blood from her wound squirted all over my arms and face, but it just blended with the rest of the crimson stains
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