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(A/N  Lizzy's new switch blade.)

*Ronnie's POV*

Since today Lizzy is turning 25 I want to get her something awesome. I know she likes knives so I'm getting her a switch blade.

. . .

After I bought her knife I put it in a black box and put a magenta bow on top since that's her favorite color.

As I drive down the strip I sigh and relax my grip on the wheel. I love the beach. I love Lizzy. Wait what if she doesn't love me back. What if she only wants to be my girlfriend for fame or so she can rub it in other girls faces.

What if she really doesn't love me. I could be in for another heart break that I don't think I can take. If she doesn't love me back. I think this time it will drive me over the edge.

I have never had a truly good relationship. I have always fell for a girl but they would use me for sex or fame. They never loved me. Then the loss of my brother only made things worse.

I don't want to lose Lizzy. She actually makes me happy. She makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside. She has such a sweet, down to earth, and always stoked personality.

I will admit she has anger issues and is bipolar, but that means nothing.  She has depression and that kills me.

I see her scars. Faded but they are still there. She always wants to lay in bed with a beer. Or she is running around with CC always drinking.

She does take antidepressant pills but she never gives me any reason to think she doesn't need them. I do cry for her all the time. Sometimes she will shut down.

She locks herself in a closet with a case of beer. Then after she get shit faced she comes out and leaves. She walks down the beach and cries.

Seeing her cry makes me cry. I follow her every time she walks on that beach crying. The last time was last night.

She left the hotel. She walked along the sand draging her feet and stumbling a bit. She cried. She stopped at one point and faced the ocean. There was a full moon.

She sat down. And starred at the moon and gripped her necklace. After she would pass out I carry her back. I would rinse off the sand and lay her in bed with a shirt and underwear.

I would wake up and leave a glass of water and pain killers by the table. I have not seen her yet this morning and u hope she is not passed out still. Well maybe.

CC Dahvie Jayy kellin Denis Vic and Ashley are setting up decoration and the cake.

Wait why did I get her a knife. She could try to Kill herself. I'm so stupid. I mean she won't even tell me or Juliet what is wrong. Her sister might know. I'll make a note to ask.

As I park I sit and stare at her gift. Am I some kind of stupid getting her a knife. She can't be trusted the doctor told me so.

Shoot. What am I going to do now. Maybe I can find some jewelry of mine.

. . .

As I walk in CC snatches the box and gives it to Lizzy. Fuck.

"Oh my gosh I love it!!!" She jumps into my arms and I hold her tightly. I just fucked up some how and it know it cause Georgia is shaking her head defeated.

Damn it.

"Happy birthday beautiful." Well the rest of the day is going to be all about her. And only her.

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