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CHAPTER SEVEN └─── °∘❉∘° ───┘
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BITTERSWEET ENDING
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╭┈──── ◌ೄ◌ྀ ˊˎ "FUCK... YOU!"CINDYYELLED, anguish in her voice as she spoke every word with her stabs. It was easier to kill her once-boyfriend when he had a bag over his head, but what made it even easier was that she was saving her sister.
Ziggy stared in shock, her chest heaving up and down as Tommy dropped to the floor beside her, having to quickly shuffle out the way so as to not be crushed. Looking back up to her sister with wide eyes, there was some humor in her voice. “You swore!”
“It’s becoming a habit,” Cindy breathed out, Ziggy chuckling nervously.
The older girl dropped the knife to the floor, crouching down quickly to pull Ziggy into a hug, both of them sobbing with relief. Ziggy thought she had been about to die, and Cindy had thought her sister had been about to die. For a second, they just held each other, happy to still be alive, and then Cindy leaned back, her head turning to Ashley’s unconscious body.
“Is Ashley okay!?” she asked, perplexed, and the red-head sighed, wincing slightly as she saw the bruise appearing around the blonde’s neck.
“Um… I hope so,” Ziggy swallowed, and Cindy turned back to her with a raised eyebrow. “I… care about her… a lot.” She looked at her sister, pointedly, hoping that she understood what she was messily trying to confess. After nearly coming to her end a second ago, everything she had never said, never done, it all came back to her. One of many things: her and Ashley. “Could you say, uh, something… anything? I just need to know you understand.”
