She stood over him, looking down at his writhing form. Her face was completely expressionless, but her hand was shaking uncontrollably.
He should be dead now, right? The other Aaron... should be dead too, right?
"Suzy..."
A faint, barely audible voice drifted up from the snow.
The familiar cadence of that tone caused Suzy's eyes to widen. Following the sound, she looked down and realized the one speaking was Aaron. But judging by the expression on his face, this wasn't the man who had come to murder her—it was the Aaron she had known and lived with.
How could she tell? It was an innate sense of familiarity. The aura radiating from the man before her felt deeply familiar.
Still, Suzy didn't rush forward blindly. Instead, she took a cautious step back.
Staring at Aaron on the snow-covered ground, she was inwardly shaken. Even after taking a bullet straight through the head, this guy still wasn't dead? How is he this hard to kill?
"Are you... Aaron?" she asked tentatively.
