Love and Heartbreak

Bad Boy

"Could you do it though?" I said, standing closer to him.

I saw him tense up, "Lily..." he warned.

"Could you take that knife and end my life?" I said, trying to get a reaction out of him.

"Shut up!" He shouted as he grabbed me by the hand.

"Could you take that knife and stab it through my body? Would you stand there as I breathe my last breath?  Would you leave the knife there in my lifeless body or would you take it out, slowly with my blood still on there? Would you-"

He shook me violently.

"Shut up! SHUT UP! What has gotten into you?! Why are you talking like this?!" He shouted as tears rolled down his cheeks rapidly.

I saw the hurt in his eyes. He could never do it to me. Sam was the bad boy but he could and would never lay a finger on me.

This bad boy thing was just a facade. Deep down, he was just a troubled boy with a troubled history. He needed me as much as I needed him. Probably more.

Tears streamed down my face. How could I do that to him? How could I ask him to imagine killing the only thing that's keeping him sane? I felt horrible.

He wiped the tears from my cheek and lifted my chin so I was looking at him.

"Baby, I could never do that to you. No matter what I've done in the past, I would never put you at risk. I will always protect you, even from myself. So don't you ever think anything different."

I reached out to hug him. This hug was different to any other. It projected so many emotions we both felt - sorrow, hurt, longing, but most of all love. From that moment I knew that, whatever happened in the future, I loved Sam. And he meant everything to me. And I meant everything to him. I loved my bad boy and no one could change my opinion about him. He opened his heart out to me, told me his deepest and darkest secrets and didn't expect to find love. No one could ever replace him.

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