NICK’S POV
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Rage, pure rage is all what I feel. My hands shake with anger, my body stiff as a board, my mind spiraling as I think of every aspect of my life.
She’s gone, she is really gone. I can’t believe she left like that…
I sit on the damp grass and stare at the dead bodies before me, the guards standing with thin pressed lips, helping get rid of the deceased.
“Nick!” Tiffany’s high pitched voice echoes through my head. I love her, but that voice of hers sometime can send my nerves in shock.
My forehead rest against my palms, “What?” I sigh through gritted teeth.
“What happened?” Her panicked voice comes closer before she settles down next to me. Her hand rests on my shoulder and I turn my head to face her, “I got mad.” I glance down between my parted knees and the gun lies the
