His voice was cold, final, as if he had already accepted that fate.
Esme's blood turned to ice.
Her anger surged, her body trembling as she took a step forward.
"Are you insane?!" she shouted. "How dare you talk about death so easily?"
But Ray didn't back down. His fury matched hers, burning just as brightly.
"Oh?" He scoffed, his lips curling into a smirk. "And how dare you talk about death so easily?"
He leaned in, his voice dropping to a low, mocking whisper. "What? Do you think you have some copyright over it? That only you get to talk about it?"
The words hung between them like a death sentence, raw and unforgiving.
The alley remained silent except for the sound of their ragged breathing, their bodies tense, their souls bleeding.
