"Uhm.. Sir? Can I help you?" I mumble while staring at him.
He breaks out into a huge grin, the kind of grin you see on little kids when they get their favorite toy.
He reaches out to me, and I start to fall backwards trying to move away. He latch...
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Author's Note: This one isn't edited yet either so if you see mistakes, they'll be corrected later. <3
Ryder's POV:
Staring down at Layla, I try to calm myself.
I try to think rationally.
But my mind is swirling making it nearly impossible.
The gun in my hand seems to become heavier than it was a couple seconds ago.
Black dots begin coating my vision, as I sway side to side, before dropping to my knees.
I look into her eyes, as flashes of our time together slam into me.
I remember all the times she held me without judgement when my mind started to break, I remember all the times she has forgiven me, I remember all the times she read to me while we laughed and talked.
She's never done anything intentionally to betray me.
But, the voices scream loudly that it's all fake, nobody could ever care for me, or love me.
I'm crazy. Damaged.
Maybe she has been setting me up, and using me.
Or, maybe she hasn't.
Maybe she is the one person in this world that does accept me and love me.
How can I even come back from this if I was wrong?
There is no way she could still forgive me after this.
And I don't think I can live without her.
Maybe I should have planned to put a bullet in my head, not hers.
I keep causing her so much damage every time my insanity peaks.
I'll never be normal.
This will always be an issue.
Maybe I should remove the real problem, which is myself.
Looking at her, her beautiful innocent face, I make my decision.
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Layla's POV:
My back is cramping in agony from being kicked, my throat raw, as sobs tear through my body.
