❝ cause in this city's 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅 i still remember the first 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 of snow and how it glistened as it 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝗹 ❞
✶ 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋, taylor swift
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"Nova, it hurts so much," my hands put more pressure against the wound in my sister's chest, blood coming out nonstop. Her hands grip my forearms so hard to the point where her nails are digging on my skin, making me hiss. "Hey, listen to me, you're gonna be alright. Here, let's get you up," I slid her arm around my shoulder, my other one grabbed a hold of her waist, sustaining her from collapsing. But it's no use, she groans loudly, stumbling back. I hold her, gently laying her dainty figure on the ground.
"I can't," she groaned, tears running down her cheeks. I groan at myself, wondering where the hell was Peter? I needed him right now. I keep my hand placed on the wound, cupping my other one on my sister's cold cheek.
"Is mom and dad okay?" My eyes traveled slowly towards the bodies that laid on the dirty ground a few meters away from us. A pile of blood all over them. I close my eyes, a shaky breath coming out of my mouth. I turn back to her, sending her a slight smile, holding back a few tears. I smile at her, as if telling her everything is okay, that everything will be alright, when it won't. Seeing my stressed face, she raises her hand, cupping my cheek. Closing my eyes, I lean into her touch, my other hand holding it tightly. "Everything will be okay," I mumble.
