Being Fearless

25

Alex's POV

Fear·less
/ˈfirləs/
adjective
lacking fear.

"I'd do anything for you. You know that right?" Her words confused me but before I could even ask what she ment, she shoved me out of the way. Her arms stretched out and her eyes closed. The sound of a gun shot made my heart drop.

She saved me from the bullet and sacrificed herself. I was frozen in my place watching the action play out. The bullet flew from the chamber at lightning speed and pierced her in the stomach. I felt like I could breathe again. She would be okay, the shot wasn't fatal.

As fast as the relief entered my body, it left. She was too close to the edge, she was gonna fall.

She didn't react when she was shot but the impact of the bullet sent her stumbling back.

My world crashed as I watched her fall from the roof. I ran to the edge on my hands and knees. In that moment I felt like I died. I wish I had taken the impact instead of her.

I screamed out for her as she fell. Her face was calm and she had a small smile on her face. She closed her arms letting herself fall. I could see tears on her face but she didn't look scared, she looked happy.

I cried and screamed for her as I watched her plummet to the ground. I put my head in my hands not even able to watch her die. This is the first time in 22 years that I've cried and felt despair like this.

I was the reason she's dead. I made her come up here. All of the lies I knew. I could of stopped this but I didn't. I couldn't bring myself to tell her because I didn't want her to hate me. I was in love with her. I knew from the moment I saw her that I wouldn't be able to stay away. I tried to hate her but I couldn't do it.

My cries of pain and agony were the only things you could hear. The city became silent, the worlds way of mourning the lost angel. She was the perfect mix of angel and devil.

She never even said she loved me. The thought made me cry harder if that was even possible. I just lost my other half. The love of my life. I couldn't breathe, I felt like the world was closing in on me.

"What a shame." The rotten voice of the women that ruined my life sounded from behind me. I turned towards her, the tears blurring my shaky vision.

"Did you even care about her!?" I yelled, my voice breaking.

"Love is a fatal thing you know. It always has a way of killing you." She didn't answer my question. Her face showed no emotion but her eyes showed the slightest bit of guilt. She walked to the door leading to the stairwell and left without even looking back. I didn't have the energy to try and chase after her. I curled up into a ball clutching the little fake silver ring Elliot had given he from a bubble gum machine. It fit my pinky and I never took it off from that day forward. It left a green ring around my finger from where it sat but I didn't care.

She had given it to me and I wore it proudly. The memory was bitter sweet now. Tainted with lies.

I lied to her about everything and I regret it. Maybe if she said she hated me it wouldn't hurt so bad.

I lay in the same place silently crying over her death not being able to bring myself to go downstairs. A text from Amelia told me that they collected her body and are taking her to a morgue. Amelia said she had a smile on her face when the got her body.

I hated them, all of them, they all knew and they didn't care. Her dad, Amelia, Alan, David, Gina, Luca, Kaden. They were all just part of some elaborate scheme to get Elliot. I knew but I didn't know everything they were doing.