A/N This is just a spur of the moment fanfiction that crossed my mind as I was flicking through some of the other excellent stories on there and the idea struck me, happy with the Chloe POV not so happy with the Cal but its still good. Anyway enjoy =D. And please review.

Chloe POV

I didn't die hitting the water on that day, I died on the bridge.

I just stood there and watched. My whole life taken away from me in less than a minute. I thought that this would hurt so badly emotionally if I ever watched Cal die, but I didn't. As the boarding knife struck Cal I knew all hope was lost but I didn't feel anything, no pain, no anguish, no guilt, nothing, just a black hole where my heart should be, Wakefield had taken everything from me but my life and he was not getting that.

I looked over the edge at my dying boyfriend, his last words uttering my name, but I never heard them, my mind wandered to other things, the death of everyone I held dear.

Then came the memories of me and Cal, the first time we met, him being a waiter in a posh English restaurant, our first date sitting on top of a cliff watching the dying sun come to its rest, and finally the scene at the Cannery with the Wedding ring... We were meant to get married...

I returned to reality just to see Wakefield discarding the body over the side of the bridge in to the river, his attention returned to me, my mind screamed me to run but my legs did not comply.

"You can't have me." I said the words without even thinking about them. I almost laughed at the confused look on Wakefield as I started to let go of the railing, this would be my final victory over him, the denial of his desire for my life.

I felt strangely elated as I fell, I would be with my love soon.

The fall seemed to take forever, I knew I would die by the fall and I embraced, just as I was about to hit the water I heard one word in my head and saw the ghostly figure of Cal, "Why?" was all it said as my body slapped the water, and my final thought was 'What have I done.' And then the infamous blackness washed over me.

Cal POV

I released another shot from my shotgun, Bang, Bang, Click. That horrid sound as the shotgun pleaded for more ammo. I gazed up at Wakefield just to see him advancing on me with his wicked grin; I now knew that my life was over but I wasn't going down without making sure Chloe was safe first.

I pleaded with Chloe to go round the fence and get away she complied at first but then froze as Wakefield was almost upon me, I grabbed up my traitorous shotgun and started swinging it at Wakefield, my hope started to rekindle as I thought 'I'm not going to die, I'm going to save Chloe and everyone else on this God forsaken island,' but that fantasy died when he finished toying with me and disarmed me.

Before I could do anything he was upon me thrusting the boarding knife towards me, I struggled with him trying to keep his bloodthirsty weapon away from me, but again I found out he was just toying with me. As the steel penetrated my flesh and I felt the warmth of my own blood come gargling up in to my mouth, only one thought came in to my mind, 'Chloe', and then the darkness consumed me.