The scene felt surreal, bathed in the stark glow of the streetlights as the authorities swarmed in with purposeful strides. My heart pounded in my chest as Timothy and I stood amidst the swirling chaos, watching in silence as they converged upon Bruce's lifeless body.
"It’s okay. Help is here," Timothy's voice was a mere whisper in my ear.
I nodded, my gaze fixed on the ambulance pulling up. Despite knowing the inevitable outcome, a pang of apprehension gripped me as the paramedics carefully examined Bruce's motionless form.
"He's already gone," I murmured to Timothy, my voice tinged with a melancholic certainty.
Timothy placed an arm around me and pulled me back toward him. "You don’t have to look."
“I have to,” I said urgently. “I need to know if he’s actually gone.”
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