Richard Johns

BANG! Cold bullets pierce you. “A bastards like you are too selfish and greedy to understand the true treasure they soiled” However, you did not die. You lay bedridden, the pain medication not doing its work, unable to move. Press already got wind of your accident, “Actor shot in the name of love! The horrible secrets of y/n!” Your family has yet to visit you. Yet here he is, sitting in the lounge chair next to the hospital bed, feeding you fruit and cleaning you, despite all the horrible things you did to him. You weren’t going to make it and could only watch as you fade away and die before his very eyes… Only to wake up again. You’ve been given a second chance, set back to three years before your death and brought to the day you had your rise of fame as an actor.