Yujun's POV
I see nothing.
Everything appears as a blur, hazy and fuzzy around the edges.
I feel nothing as he jumps out the window, but my hand won't stop shaking.
Why am I shaking so bad?
I blink and I feel wetness on my face.
Why is my face wet?
Still holding the hoodie and the gun in my hands, I slowly lift them to touch my face, and they both won't stop shaking.
I pull my hands back after pressing my fingers to my cool face, I look at them and see that they are covered in clear liquid.
Tears?
I'm crying?
Hwang fucking Jaehyun.
Why does he have to come here into my space and ruin everything?
"An alpha doesn't cry" I say quietly to myself and walk to my bed, I sit on the edge of it, unsure of what to do with myself.
My gun is still in my hand, and I lift my hand to look at it, turning it back and forth slowly to examine it.
There is a bit of red drying on the sleek black body of the gun.
His blood.
