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“Oh, God” Adele’s voice cracks, her ar to work, Andrew I can’t shoot you I love you too h I hate her choice of words She doesn’t love me She has soun over”

“I can’t I have to do this” She drops her ariveher head against et Adele, forget everything and everyone else I need Fable to be okay

“Give you no choice for what?” I ask Adele

“To do this It’s all your fault, Andrew Never forget that” Adele places the barrel of the gun in her er

Fable

Drew turns into ht, I can’t breathe Seconds later, the sound of gunshot It’s so loudAll I feel is Drerapped tight aroundas they hold me close

“Fuck me, she just shot herself,” I think I hear hio

People start counfire no doubt drawing their attention The ringing into call the cops

Still Dreon’t let o

“Don’t look,” he whispers close to my ear “You don’t want to see her Don’t look, Fable”

Worry clutches at my chest Did he witness her do it? I don’t think so He turned and grabbed un went off But I don’t know God, I hope he didn’t see

I don’t think edy and sorrow He’s already endured enough

Solance up, catch sight of a guy who looks around our age “Are you all right?” he asks

Drew lifts his head and I glance up at hiuish, the sorrow etched all over his face I also see tiny splatters of blood dotting his shoulders Oh, God “We’re okay Did someone call an ambulance?”

“Dude” The man tips his head to look past us and immediately looks away “There’s no need for an arip around Dreaist “Has someone called the police?”

“Yeah, they should be on their way,” the rim

As if on cue, I hear the sirens in the near distance, co to want to talk to us I so don’t want to deal I need to drop off o to work Normal, everyday stuff

But my life is far fro on the ground, blood pouring out of my body