While the boys were focusing on getting out of the warehouse with all their pieces intact, Nicky kept a sharp eye on the woman. He didn't notice, but he was crying. Silent tears that streamed down his face to drip off his chin.
Shooting Quynh hurt. Every fiber of his being just wanted to throw his rifle and run to her side, hold her and touch her face to see if she was real and there and alive. He wanted to kiss her face and assure her that she was safe and that they'd looked for her and that they'd never stopped loving her.
Instead, she started to get up and Nicky cursed himself as he pulled the trigger again.
"Please hurry. I do not know how much longer I can keep hurting her..."
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Shooting Quynh hurt. Every fiber of his being just wanted to throw his rifle and run to her side, hold her and touch her face to see if she was real and there and alive. He wanted to kiss her face and assure her that she was safe and that they'd looked for her and that they'd never stopped loving her.
Instead, she started to get up and Nicky cursed himself as he pulled the trigger again.
"Please hurry. I do not know how much longer I can keep hurting her..."