Gunshot after gunshot, that's all he heard.
Pain. Make the pain stop.
He could taste the gunpowder on his tongue, as each bullet dug itself into his chest. His heart.
"S… Someone… He… Help… Me."
The sound of something- probably the gun- falling next to his dying body was all he heard as a response.
No. He couldn't die yet. He hadn't told her- Lucy! He never told her how much he loved her.
What a beautiful night. She loved the night. She loved everything, what was he thinking?
Everything, but maybe not him.
"H… Hel… Help…" He cried out again, but it was no use. He was losing consciousness, slowly. The world was dim, and he never saw his attacker. He would never live to see another day.
He was dead from the start.
Here lies the man who was never loved. Shunned by his coworkers and everyone he knew.
Lucy liked him, but never loved him.
Because of him.
The monster. Alfendi Layton.
Here lies Blaine Dartwright, the lonely detective hidden in the shadow of a greater man.
