Very dramatic... you'll see.
David's POV
I hear a small crash from the kitchen. A dulled y'all in the back of my head. Liza? I feel around me, searching for her warmth. I touch her hand and hold it fast. What the hell? I creep out into the kitchen to find... nothing. I look down from the balcony. A woman lies in a pool of glass and blood in the street.
"Oh, shit."
I fumble around for my phone.
"I'm here to report a... I don't know. Murder? Suicide? Yes, I see the body. 3664 Notreal Avenue. Yes."
I hang up the phone, pacing back and forth. I can see a fleeting image of Maia's body laying there instead. My palms start to sweat and shake. She can't be dead. She can't be dead. I blink and my hands are soaked in blood. Liza's blood. Maia's blood. My blood. I blink again and it's gone. My heart is running a fucking marathon. That's Maia's body. Her shirt blonde hair. Her little cream dress. I shrink to he floor. I can see her being shot, frame by frame. And Taylor tossing her body out of the window. I lay down on the floor, gasping for air. A click, and a light. I think about Liza and Maia lying together on cold congress, blood seeping out of their heads.
"Oh my god, baby!"
Could I have saved her. I don't know. Could I have saved them. I don't know. Should I have saved her. Yes. Liza's hands are cold on mine, but I'm shaking. Sirens. Liza's running. A stretcher. Cold, January air. Another stretcher. Taylor's body. Dark.
A lil sneak peek for y'all... I just can't sleep. In other news, I've decided on a Scott x Kristen fanfiction. It's called Ghosts. Coming soon... after OtDE is over. Sry for typos, thx babes.
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Off the Deep End || Sequel to ATF
FanfictionIt's been two years since Liza Koshy was standing on that bridge. Now, she and the love of her life, David Dobrik, are moving on with their lives. But when a wrench in the road comes from the internet, well... things get complicated.
