(You're her ex)

LENORE'S POV:

I barely made it to your door, my shoulder on fire, blood soaking through my shirt. My muscles strained with every step, and I knew I was running out of time. The ambush had left me bloodied and shot, but nothing stung more than knowing where I was headed.

I banged on your door, my body sagging against the frame. “It’s me... open up,” I groaned, gripping my wound, feeling the warmth of blood between my fingers.

When you opened the door, your eyes locked on mine. I could see the shock, but I didn’t have time for it. My muscles trembled as I spoke.

“I didn’t know where else to go,” I muttered, the weight of it all pressing down harder than the bullet.