"What's wrong with Raphael?" Amena asked confusedly, entering the phòng bếp, nhà bếp in which Linda was preparing dinner.
"He's just down about something," Linda said, smiling at Amena. "He'll be out the một phút he smells dinner." Amena took the spoon from Linda's hand and smiled.
"Don't worry, I can finish up here," she đã đưa ý kiến warmly. "Why don't bạn rest for a while outside, maybe get some fresh air?" The một giây Linda left Amena began digging for a pot.
Raphael may have stolen my first kiss, she thought bitterly. But that doesn't mean that I shouldn't help him out...
Raphael lay there on the floor, feeling pathetic and worthless. He didn't even have the will power, much less the strength, to di chuyển a single muscle.
Until he remembered that he had something that would end everything. Raphael immediately chim bồ câu, bồ câu for his drawer and unearthed a shiny silver gun.
"Life doesn't need me anymore," he whispered as he pressed the pistol to his temple. "Neither does Amena."
"Raphael, I brought bạn some soup," Amena said, pushig open the door to see Raphael with his eyes squeezed shut and his finger about to pull the trigger.
"RAPHAEL!" Amena screeched, throwing herself at him.
A loud and thunderous crack chẻ, phân chia, split through the air like lightning. Linda burst through the doors.
"Amena..." Raphael moaned.
Amena was lying on hàng đầu, đầu trang of Raphael, with the gun lying four feet away and blood pooling out of her arm.
"Raphael... y'kay?" Amena choked, allowing him to căn nguyên, cái nôi her almost like a baby.
"Amena... don't," Raphael đã đưa ý kiến stupidly, speechless with shock, fear and confusion.
"Raphael, 'm fine," Amena gasped, clutching her arm. "It's just my arm." The confusion in Raphael seemed to vanish immediately, to be replaced bởi alarm.
"GET HER TO THE HOSPITAL!" he yelled, picking her up and sprinting past his grandmother.
Raphael ran. He ran past the car, not even bothering to unlock it hoặc get into it. He ran over the bridge, and onto the sand. He ran for miles across the bờ biển of the beach. He ran between the apartments, the wind whipping through his hair and his tim, trái tim pounding against his ribcage. Finally, he ran through the doors of the hospital, three words repeatedly falling from her lips.
"Somebody help her..."
"He's just down about something," Linda said, smiling at Amena. "He'll be out the một phút he smells dinner." Amena took the spoon from Linda's hand and smiled.
"Don't worry, I can finish up here," she đã đưa ý kiến warmly. "Why don't bạn rest for a while outside, maybe get some fresh air?" The một giây Linda left Amena began digging for a pot.
Raphael may have stolen my first kiss, she thought bitterly. But that doesn't mean that I shouldn't help him out...
Raphael lay there on the floor, feeling pathetic and worthless. He didn't even have the will power, much less the strength, to di chuyển a single muscle.
Until he remembered that he had something that would end everything. Raphael immediately chim bồ câu, bồ câu for his drawer and unearthed a shiny silver gun.
"Life doesn't need me anymore," he whispered as he pressed the pistol to his temple. "Neither does Amena."
"Raphael, I brought bạn some soup," Amena said, pushig open the door to see Raphael with his eyes squeezed shut and his finger about to pull the trigger.
"RAPHAEL!" Amena screeched, throwing herself at him.
A loud and thunderous crack chẻ, phân chia, split through the air like lightning. Linda burst through the doors.
"Amena..." Raphael moaned.
Amena was lying on hàng đầu, đầu trang of Raphael, with the gun lying four feet away and blood pooling out of her arm.
"Raphael... y'kay?" Amena choked, allowing him to căn nguyên, cái nôi her almost like a baby.
"Amena... don't," Raphael đã đưa ý kiến stupidly, speechless with shock, fear and confusion.
"Raphael, 'm fine," Amena gasped, clutching her arm. "It's just my arm." The confusion in Raphael seemed to vanish immediately, to be replaced bởi alarm.
"GET HER TO THE HOSPITAL!" he yelled, picking her up and sprinting past his grandmother.
Raphael ran. He ran past the car, not even bothering to unlock it hoặc get into it. He ran over the bridge, and onto the sand. He ran for miles across the bờ biển of the beach. He ran between the apartments, the wind whipping through his hair and his tim, trái tim pounding against his ribcage. Finally, he ran through the doors of the hospital, three words repeatedly falling from her lips.
"Somebody help her..."
