"I dont want to die," Y/N whispers as the warm tears of blood stream steadily down her face. She lies flat on her back, trying to focus on the cracking ceiling. Her body aches from the change, but she tries her best not to let him know.It would only make this harder for Mark.Mark places the gun between them and rolls onto his side to rest his hand on her trembling cheek. Gently, he wipes the blood away with his thumb. "Itll all be over soon," he soothes, his voice low. "I promise." Foreword