Jonathan Roy Part 2
“JON, NO!”
The dry sound of a gunshot coincides with me twisting Lira’s arm, delivering a punch to her face, knocking her out. I glance at Dexter, searching for where he fired, but he has no weapon in hand, only Baby in his arms. His eyes widen in shock as he quickly drops Baby to the floor and draws his revolver. I feel the familiar sensation of her back pressing against mine. Time stops, just like my heart. I feel my world shattering. Even without seeing her, I know, I feel her slipping away from me, sliding slowly off my back. My body turns in time to catch Gim before she hits the floor. I see her trembling fingers on her stomach and the bloodstain spreading on her shirt.
“No... No, Gim.” I press my hand firmly over hers, trying to stem the viscous liquid flowing from her body.
Her eyes are terrified, looking at me as she tries to speak. I feel myself collapsing, crumbling. The destructive walls of my mind crack, turning into rubble, leaving me to fall into the deepest fear.
“Why did you do this, Gim? Why did you step in front?” Her lips press together, holding back her pain. Her black eyes, which had become my favorite starry night, are slowly fading. “No, no, my little Nautilus.”
“This is Dexter, send an emergency air rescue team urgently. URGENTLY TO THE ROY MANSION!”
I pull her close, pressing her belly. Her trembling fingers slowly lift, touching my face, looking at me with affection. I have never cried, not that I remember, but now I see my tears falling on her skin like raindrops. Her curious fingers slide over my face, feeling the warm liquid, capturing a tear with care. I see the small smile on her lips as her body fights to stay alive.
“FORGIVE ME, FORGIVE ME!” My face buries into her neck, feeling so much pain, agony, fear, and love for this little woman.
I feel everything. I feel thirty years of my frozen heart breaking with every slow breath that escapes her lips. We are at the end, and I am dying amidst the emotions she makes me feel.
“Forgive me.”
“Sen... te...” Her choked voice whispers in pain, making me lift my face to her. “Feel.”
Her limp hand, losing warmth too quickly, holds my fingers, placing them flat over her chest, on top of her heart. She has a sweet smile on her lips, teaching me to cherish every kiss she gave me. I feel my mind pulling me, wanting to drag me back to the dark of that closet. I don’t want to stay there, don’t want to go back, I need her here. My hand presses against her heart, pleading for her not to leave me. The dark mansion that is my mind needs her for light and warmth. I had disappointed her, hurt her soul with my demons, and yet she wants me to feel her heart.
“Sen... te my love…”
Her voice falls silent, her hands slipping away and falling beside her body. I pull her close, shouting through my pain, letting every damned demon consuming me escape my body through the fury spreading through my throat. Wild, monstrous, echoing through the screams of anguish, embracing the small body that had trapped me to her. My adventurous submarine is diving too deep, where I cannot reach.
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