AN: I do not own any of the DOOL characters or places in the story or at all. Doesn't follow the exact timeline of DOOL but enough to hopefully make sense. Please review and tell me if you think I should continue.
Philip saw Chloe standing on the pier. A tortured angst filled him, usually when he thought of Chloe he'd create a conquest of some unsuspecting girl or he'd turn cold and angry. He could never turn down an opportunity for a cheap shot. It always made him feel something, some sort of real emotion unlike all the other mindless girls he tried to fill the hole in his heart with. First Chloe, then Claire, then Belle, and then Chloe again he was surprised he was even alive.
"Thinking of jumping." he said coming up behind her.
"Philip." she said surprised. She didn't know why, he lived in Salem and his company owned this dock but she was so disconnected she'd blocked everyone out.
"Chloe." he said mocking her surprised tone.
"I haven't seen you in a while." she said closing her tea-coat tightly and wrapping her arms around her waist to keep it shut.
"That's because I've been avoiding you." he said as he pulled out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. The way he lit it reminded her of James Dean, a lot of things about Philip reminded her of her favorite actor. But as sexy as it looked the second the smell hit her, her stomach turned.
"Can you not, the smell of cigarette smoke makes me nauseous."
"Since when?" he inhaled and blew the smoke out down wind. She gave him a stern look and he sighed, a mix of annoyance and resignation in his actions as he dropped it and stomped it out. "Wasn't there some going away party for you and my dear big brother?"
"The trip got canceled." she said, "Sammy was supposed to take the kids and she is no where to be found."
He shoved his hands in his pockets to warm them, "Too bad." he said sarcastically.
"How's your secretary." she asked pointedly.
He chuckled darkly, "If I didn't know better I'd say you're jealous. Good." he knew the soul eating cancerous feeling that came with jealousy. He was glad and a little flattered she felt that way too.
"Are you done?" she asked annoyed and impatient.
"More than you know sweetheart." he said in an almost malicious tone and left the pier.
She waited until he rounded the corner and sighed in relief. That was close. She in actuality had been planning to jump, she'd just been about to step over the edge and drown herself when he came over. Now he was gone and she could proceed. She knew dying wouldn't exactly be painless but the hurt she felt at the fact she was pregnant with Philip's baby was worse. If he loved her like she loved him it would be different but he hated her with a coldness that stung every time she saw him.
Lucas had offered to help, to be there, to even tell everyone that the baby was his. Lucas was such a sweet guy and she did love him but not the way she loved Philip. Her death would hurt him worse than when she'd broken up with him a few hours earlier but he'd get over it. He'd move on though, maybe get back together with Sammy. She was a bitch and just awful but if she could make him happy why not?
She took a deep breath put one foot over the edge and then the other. She wasn't expecting to hit her head but she considered herself lucky as the blackness came over her rendering her unconscious before the lack of air could.
When the blackness faded she could see a bright light behind her closed eyes. Heaven. She sighed and felt a sharp pain in her chest and her body ached terribly. Hell? Then she made out the annoying beeping noise and clean sanitary smell she knew too well. She was in a hospital. Damn somebody saved her.