Better Off Alone✔

€hapter 19:

Alex's POV

   People typically turn away from the broken. Others search for them. I found someone who wasn't broken, but instead shattered.

    I slowly mended her into broken, then into cracked.

   But all for what? Merely just to leave her more than shattered. Demolished. Leaving her a tragedy.

    Breaking things is just what I do best. Like right now.

   Breaking the walls, the dishes, the furniture.

   I hate Evie. I hate her more than hate itself. She did this. She knew what she was doing and she did it anyway.

   She left satisfied.

   Stop, there I go again. Putting the blame on anyone but me. I'm the one who invited her in. She seemed like she had changed, and I just wanted to make peace. But I just made matters worse.

   I remember saying how I would never give into my thoughts. Never go so low as to harm myself.

   But I hadn't known true pain then. I thought I hit Rick bottom, but I hadn't experienced the hell underneath.

   So here I am, laying on the bedroom floor. Razor in one hand, and blood on the other.

   Whatever. I'm done. She doesn't want me and she doesn't need me, who does?

   I clean and bandage my arm up and decide to drink the pain away.

   But no matter what they say, you really can't drink it all away, because no matter what you do, it'll always be there.

   A tiny match igniting the flame.

   As I poured the last of Gin into a glass, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket.

   I open the message to see it's from an unknown number.

   From: Unknown

Paris got into a really fatal car accident on i64. She collided with a Semi. She's in Cabell Huntington Hospital, they're currently operating on her. I just thought you should know.

    A very painful pang of guilt and worry flooded my body, but I just stared at the screen with a blank expression and frozen bones.

   My head was pounding with so many questions, but I couldn't move. Or breathe.

   This is the only person I've ever cared so deeply for and I might be losing her.

   My first move was to down the Gin.

   I can't lose her, I can't.

   As I'm putting my phone into my pocket, I felt something velvety caress my finger.

   I pulled it out in a daze, realizing immediately what it was.

   The black-velvet texture of the box was smooth and the inside a silky puff. The circular ring, size 5 for her long slender fingers, shined brightly under the kitchen light.

   I was going to propose to her tonight. After dinner, I would get down on one knee and tell her how much I loved her. How she was mine and how there would never be anyone greater.

   But that's gone now.

   And she might be too...