He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 800

"Julian... I don't think I'm going to make it."

The moment the words left her lips, the dam broke. Tears streamed down Julian's face, mixing with the dirt and blood.

"No! No, you are not dying! I won't let you die!"

His voice was a shredded, guttural roar, ripped from the very depths of his soul.

To anchor himself, he dug the fingers of his free hand into a crack in the concrete ledge. His fingernails tore, blood pouring from his fingertips, but he didn't even flinch.

"If I die... treat Dawn like she's your own. Please... take care of her for me."

Convinced this was the end, she used her last breath to give him her dying wish.

"And..."

She finally asked the question that had been haunting her, the one she had never dared to voice:

"Julian... I need to know..."

"What am I to you? Is it... is it love? Or... or is it just—"

"It's love!!!"

"Scarlett!!! I love you!!!"

"I love you! I will not let you die! Dawn and I... we can't live without you!"

Hanging over the abyss, he didn't hesitate. He screamed the words he had buried deepest in his heart.

And as the confession tore from his throat, a massive surge of adrenaline flooded his system.

With an earth-shattering roar, he heaved backward, ripping her out of the jaws of death and throwing her back onto the solid concrete!

They crashed hard onto the pavement.

Ignoring the blinding pain radiating through his entire body, Julian rolled over and dragged her into his chest.

He crushed her against him, his arms locked around her waist like iron bands, holding her so tightly he was practically trying to fuse their bodies together.

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