Chapter 63 - PLEASE, STAY WITH ME (1/2)

Gael took Lise to the other part of the roof of this building to avoid the bullets. All hell broke loose after he shot Lise's childhood friend. The members of the organization were outraged as they thought that man had died.

However, as Gael carried Lise away from the battle, he took three bullets on his back, when he tried to protect her.

Without his power, he was almost human. He couldn't believe it. Probably, this was the most ridiculous thing that happened to him in his entire life.

Blood dripped from his back and he was about to lose his consciousness, but he fought back when black dots started to appear in his vision.

D*mn!

”You are crying,” Gael stated as he raised his hand to touch the tear that just streamed down Lise's cheek. ”Are those tears for me?” his voice was so weak and he hated how it sounded.

Lise said nothing. She kept pressing her hand over his back, in order to stop the bleeding, though Gael was a little bit pessimistic that it would be of any help.

”Why? Are you afraid that I will die?” Gael caressed her cheek, but he stained her skin with his blood, so he dropped his hand and held hers instead. ”I thought you wanted me dead.”

Lise bit her bottom lip. She wanted Gael to die, but not like this.

She didn't know whether she was dumb or very dumb. This was her chance to get away from him. She even had a chance to kill him by herself now, but she couldn't bring herself to do that.

For some reason, she didn't want him to die. It conflicted with what she believed all this time. She thought she wouldn't mind seeing him lose his wretched life, but when it was actually happening, she couldn't help but feel sad.

”Or are you crying because I killed that man?” Gael had the audacity to tease Lise even at a time like this.

”You didn't kill him,” Lise said, her voice was small and she was sobbing softly now, but still, she didn't want to look him in the eyes.

”Why do you think so?” Gael raised his brows, but he could feel his chest caving in. The pain made it hard to breath.

”You shot his chest.” Lise gulped the lump in her throat. ”He is wearing a bulletproof suit. You would have shot his head if you really wanted to kill him.”

After all the suffering that Lise had gone through because of Gael and the pain that she had to endure and how he destroyed her psychologically, she was surprised that she knew him more than she wanted to admit.

Gael chuckled and the pain doubled until he had to bend his body, as the pain was almost unbearable.

”Why did you do that?” Lise asked. He could kill him if he wanted to, but he didn't, even though he didn't have any reason to let Sol live.

”Why?” Gael asked her back, but actually the question was for himself. ”Because I can see how he looks at you and the way you look at him. That's something you will never be able to give me.”

”Gael…” Lise stopped after saying his name, she didn't know what to say. She couldn't find the proper words to reply to that.

”I know you can't love me…” Gael said. He felt he was dying when he spoke these words, the words that he never thought of letting her hear. ”I know you will never be able to love me.”