Chapter 97

　　Louisa's POV 　　"Am I dying, Vincent?" I whispered in a pool of my own blood. 　　"No, young lady. You're too young and innocent to have a dangerous thought like that." Vincent bent over and lifted me in his arms. 　　He looked so gentle and kind. 　　I tilted my head and saw Will. He was crying so hard that he couldn't even catch his breath. 　　I tried to lift my arm towards him, but I couldn't feel my arm anymore. 　　"Don't... cry... Will..." I whispered. 　　Will crawled to me and sat next to me like a little puppy. 　　"I'm so sorry, Lisa! I didn't mean to stab you! I was aiming at him! I was trying to save you!" He wept and lowered his head. 　　"It's not your fault, Will... I chose to do this... You didn't kill me..." I said. 　　I felt a wave of warm liquid of bitterness coming from my throat. I started to cough blood. 　　Vincent looked up at Lucas and said, "I need your answer right now." 　　I turned to Lucas. 　　He looked so terribly handsome and heart-throbbingly alone, standing there like a h