I thought I could do it. I thought I could love him enough to change him.
What a foolish, naïve, thought that was; brought into the mind of someone who was somehow able to fall in love with something broken.
I thought my overwhelming adoration for this man could in some way fix him.
But as I look at the person who I am willing to sacrifice everything for, I notice the glistening black gun in his hand with his index finger placed directly on the trigger, and I just don't know anymore.
"Please, don't do it." I choke on my words and my voice sounds strained and tired.
It's as if the past six months meant nothing to him, while I watch as he doesn't hesitate to pull the trigger, sending a bullet through her skull.
My body is numb and I don't cry. I can't. I can't feel anything.
Loud voices and muffled cries surround me, accompanied by fifty bodies rushing past me in a blur.
But I stay sitting, not knowing what to do or how to move. I feel someone tug at my arm, forcing me to stand up. My legs are wobbly and my head aches. I'm urged to run by whoever is in front of me, but I can't concentrate enough to listen.
My eyes are stuck to the limp, lifeless body that is lying on the floor in a pool of fresh blood.
I thought he loved me.
I thought that since I managed to love him through all the chaos, then he would love me back.
I've never been more wrong about anything.
a/n
hi guys this is a new story i decided to start writing about justin because i love him. i hope you guys enjoy it! first chapter should be up in a few days.
