Shattered Longings

Chapter 32 Don’t Let Hes Kitow Was Me

Chapter 32 Don’t Let Her Know It Was Me

Bella’s vision went dark as her consciousness faded. Warm blood trickled down from her wound, and the strength in her body drained away, leaving her unable to resist.

Through her blurry vision, she saw the man straddling her, fumbling with his belt. The foul stench of his sweat filled her senses. She thought it was better to die just like this.

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out and startled the birds from the trees. The sound echoed through the open space, hanging in the air.

The man on top of her fell to the ground.

In her daze, Bella saw Dominic standing there, bathed in sunlight, almost like an Illusion. She wanted to reach out to him, but her body wouldn’t move.

“Am I dying?” she wondered. “Is that why I’m hallucinating, seeing him before I die?”

It was said that everyone would see the person they wanted to see most in their final moments. Even after being apart for over a month, she hadn’t forgotten him at all. That was why she clung so desperately to his image, even in her last moments.

This was enough.

smile on her lips, Bella

slowly woke up. The sharp scent of disinfectant filled the air. She recognized it instantly as the smell of a

the white ceiling and the IV drip above her, she felt confused, her head

Did someone save

where she had seen Dominic. It couldn’t have really been him…

in her throat as her peripheral vision caught sight of a figure standing by

her eyes stung with unshed tears. Was this also

looked so familiar. How could she possibly

earlier and felt a pang of anxiety. “Was what I saw

she tried to call out his name, but her throat was too dry and

door to the hospital room swung open, and Leonard burst in energetically. “Whoa.. you’ve got some strong will to

Bella, and then walked to the bedside to press

could something like this happen?” he

“People make mistakes sometimes! Who knew she’d go to Dorothy’s grave alone? That place is so remote, and hardly anyone goes there. I

deeply. “Take care of

voice, “I figured you were too stressed to aim properly. If you hadn’t missed,

Even if it didn’t kill him

shot Leonard a glare Dont let her know it was