Welcome to my newest fic! This one is split point of views: Punk and (love interest). Please read Devil on my Shoulder before you read this fic. This is the sequel.

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CHAPTER ONE: SET FIRE TO THE RAIN

"Oh, Punk," she moaned in my ear. I slid my hand under her head and cradled it. I could feel her breath escaping her lips then being sucked back in. I could feel her heart pounding in the cage of her chest. Her soft skin felt as warm as sunlight on my chest and stomach. Being close to her was one of the greatest pleasures I had ever had. I opened my eyes and looked at her face. Her eyes were closed, long lashes grazing her rouged cheeks. Her head was thrown back in pleasure. God, she was beautiful. I leaned down and kissed her, covering her sounds with my lips. When I pulled back she was looking in my eyes with her piercing blue ones. "I love you."

My stomach dropped. 'No,' I thought, 'Please, no.' I had never intended on this. Causing this much damage had never been my plan. But I had, and I'd have to live with it now. I just wanted to spend time with her, even I if didn't deserve it, even if I'd never be good enough for her. Against my body's will, I stopped, rolling off of her and laid next to her. She sat up, taking the sheets to her chest, red locks falling around her face. Her expression was lost to me. All I could see was the tip of her nose, her bitten pink lips.

"I know you don't return my feelings, but I wanted you to know."

"I know, Allison. I have… known."

"So, what is the issue? Is it me?" She asked softly.

"No, it's me, Ally. It's always been me. You're perfect and… I'm…"

"Broken."

"Yeah, that's probably the word."

"I love you," she said again, bringing her knees to her chest now. "But I can't stay. I have to go, Punk. I have to go now… before I can't. I feel like I am destined for the day I wake up and I am old and I am alone. Do you understand what I am saying?"

If I didn't love her then why did it feel like my heart was breaking? In that moment I tried to convince myself that I loved her, but to no avail. I still didn't, but that didn't mean I wanted her to leave. The best thing for her was to get out of here, to leave and never come back, but I needed her. I couldn't let her go.

"Please, don't go," I begged. "I need you, Ally."

"Don't ask me to stay. You know I will." She still wouldn't look at me. I sat up next to her, taking her face in my hands. I realized she had been silently crying. Her cheeks were wet with tears. She closed her eyes, refusing to look at me.

"Allison, I want you to stay. I will love you, I promise." I was desperate to love her, but I couldn't find it in me. Maybe I never would again. If I couldn't love Allison who would I love?

"Phil, don't."

"Please, Allison. Please," I said, feeling something inside me break. I couldn't hold back the tears anymore.

"Do not do this to me." She said, lips trembling. I kissed them, trying to kiss her into staying. Trying to love her. Trying so damn hard. "Phil, stop. I have to leave."

"No, stay. I don't know what I'll do without you; without your laugh, without your smile, without your words. Please, don't go." It sure sounded like I loved her. She finally opened her eyes and looked at me. I had never felt more like a bastard than in that moment. I tried to give her a reassuring look, tried to tell her everything was okay. It didn't work. Her head fell to my shoulder and she sobbed. I felt like my world was falling apart. What had I done?

"Ally?" I whispered. She just kept crying. New tears found their way down my face. There was nothing I could do now, just comfort her. I took her into my arms and hugged her. We stayed that was until dawn and I just sat there, petting her hair, saying over and over, "Please stay. Please stay. Please stay. Please stay. Please stay…"

"Allison, don't leave me."

"Please. Don't leave."

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