KRISTINE’S POV*********************I panicked. When his steps tipped over, I found my world falling apart.Who was I without my Zayne?“People like you deserve this!” They shouted.“ZAYNE!!” A scream left my lips, causing the restaurant’s security to get alert and rush at the scene to settle the chaos.“Freeze!”“Shit, let’s go!” The attackers scattered and began to escape. I was highly disturbed still the moment the path cleared, I sprinted towards Zayne, holding him by the waist. “Zayne! Zayne, look at me!” I tried to cover the wound using a handkerchief but to no avail.His blood flowed uncontrollably, scaring me but I refused to let him go. Gripping him with all my strength accompanied by a trail of tears.“Argh… fuck,” he groaned, teeth clenched, his head low. “Are… are you alright, Kristine?” Even shot, bleeding, breathless, he was asking about me. My heart constricted. “Forget about me, dammit!” I cried, leading him to my car, “You’re shot! We need to get you to a hospita
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