Disclaimer: I don't own Dark Angel.
A/N: I sorry to people who are waiting for my other stories. My muse went on vacation. School work is killing me.
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He had died. Pushed her out of the way. He took the bullet for her.
He was dead before he hit the ground.
She hardly know him.
He was cocky. He smiled. He laughed. Made her scream in annoyance.
He was carefree. Didn't about anyone and didn't need any help.
Yet, he saved her.
She lay on her bed. Stunned. She didn't understand.
She couldn't understand. But, she did.
She would do the same.