I could hear people screaming and everyone was shocked and panicked with what just happened. Michael surprisingly was still conscious as he was screaming loudly in pain. George, one of the guys, quickly called the ambulance.

When the help arrived, we carried Michael to lay him down on the stretcher. Michael was still whimpering in pain as he held his right arm with his left. Tears were swelling in my eyes and I couldn't help but think that it was me who made him be in pain.

All he ever wanted was to joke around, but that idiot thought otherwise. He was a really psychotic psychopath. When we neared the ambulance, my eyes immediately scanned the crowd in hurry if I could see him watching me. As I expected, his brown eyes were deeply watching every movement of mine and suddenly we broke our gaze when a few fans surrounded him. If only they knew the real him.

I swallowed down my throat a big lump and an angry tear left my right eye. My both hands balled up into fist bumps and I watched him as he smiled to his fans sweetly. He could pretend really damn well. As the ambulance left, everyone was still in their position before they started walking away like nothing happened.

Did these things happen quite often? Because I wouldn't be seeing myself getting used to people shooting somebody out of the blue. Someone grabbed my arm and I wanted to scream, but Luke shushed me as he hugged me tightly, trying to get the image out of my head.

I felt emotionless, but at the same time, my tears left my eyes without me noticing. I snuggled deeper into Luke's chest and sniffing his strong scent. Then, it clicked me. I slowly pushed his arms off me and stared at him, heavy heartedly. I didn't want Justin, or Jason, to shoot Luke. He was too precious to be hurt, just like Michael. I didn't want to be the cause of everybody's pain.

Jason's POV

She was the main cause of my pain. Watching her from distant and not getting the chance to hold her and tell her everything was going to be okay just hurt me so badly. Seeing that jerk-face friend of hers, Luke getting in the way of me and her made me the maddest person. Examining her face on how happy she gets after meeting Luke, just made me want to punch the hell out of him.

She was supposed to be mine, only I could hold her that way. She thought it was not obvious that she left the country to go to her least favourite of a city which was in Paris, but I was smarter than that. She thought she could only avoid me if she left me to a place where it would be the hardest for me to find, because I know her likes and dislikes.

She got it all wrong. She forgot that she played in my own game. She forgot that she was mine. She should never forget that. Every inch of her was mine. The way she locked her eyes at me a while ago skipped my heartbeat and now, my heart was beating faster than ever. She was so beautiful. The way her face creased and how intense she gazed into my eyes.

The moment I saw her getting inside the coffee shop earlier that morning and that dumbo red-haired guy acted way more friendly than he should, I knew that I had to kill him. But I didn't want him to die in front of her. Shit, I hate that I didn't take any of those pills that I should have. Something just came into me and I just had to shoot somebody.

When she was laughing purely, I fell for those laugh. The way her eyes shone brightly and her lips curved up into a big grin. The way her eyes would shut close and her hair would blow on her beautiful face. God, she was gorgeous. I just wished she understood my love for her, it was more than I have ever wanted. She was more than I have ever wanted.

I needed her. Not someone like her; but her.

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I had a really bad day.

16th of March, 2017.