There was a song stuck in her head. Sarah didn't know the title, she didn't care. It was something like Stay.

Stay …

An image of Paul just popped up in her head. How she first saw him on that video with Beth. Smiling, happily.

She got into the shower and began washing off the dirt and the blood. Paul's blood. She watched it getting off her skin, mixing with the water and disappearing in the drain.

She realized that there were tears slowly streaming down her face and she tried to whipe them away. She knew she got to hurry, that Mexican chick wasn't gonna let her stay in here forever.

My job ist to keep you save.

A sob slowly made its way up to her mouth. Sarah didn't know what else to do so she hit the wall with her fist.

A flashback came into her mind. Paul and her in the shower, having sex. The memory made her want to kill someone.

The next moment she saw Styles turning around stabbing Paul in the stomach. That Castor-bastard was tricking them.

All you had to do was stay away!

Paul's voice in her head made her mad. She really needed to punch someone. Maybe dead Styles. Maybe Rachel-disabled-bitch-Duncan. Maybe this Virginia Coady whore. Just someone. She couldn't take all these thoughts of Paul no more.

Paul open the gate.

He never opened the gate. He got stabbed and went back with a grenade. He blew himself up. For her. That thought made Sarah want to throw up. He loved her. He had loved her. Why didn't she realize that earlier?

Suddenly her thoughts trailed off to when she was first in Paul and Beth's appartment.

If that was my boyfriend, I'd jump in front of a train too.

Oh how wrong she was … The stupid-ass song in her head didn't make it better. She didn't want to cry. She never was that kind of person. So girly. So desperately in love. So fragile. So weak. But the again she found herself crying in the shower in a crappy bar somewhere in Mexico.

I told you to run.

Yeah, I don't do run.

The only thing he had ever done was protecting her. From anything at any cost. When she told him to stay. That she was not going to leave without him, and he turned around. He just went. She had no power over his actions. Nothing.

Sarah tried to picture herself. Bawling in the shower. Slowly she sat down. This was new. She never cared about anyone except for her family. And in return, nobody except them cared for her. Nobody did until Paul came along.

If someone told her that she was going to watch her sister die, getting like a thousand new sisters and actually falling in love a year ago, she would have laughed at that person. Now here she was.

All her thoughts lead to the one question she asked him the other morning.

Did you love Beth?

He didn't answer. Of course he did, she thought. Then again, did he ever truly love someone? And right when he seemed to realize he was going to die he told her. He bloody told her.

It was never Beth I loved.

The situation wasn't perfect. It sure as hell wasn't. But what he said shocked her way too much to even realize he left her. That he rescued her.

Sarah began to punish the floor for what happened. She let her fist crash to the ground again and again and again.

Minutes that felt like days passed and she reminded herself that Helena and S were probably waiting for her, not knowing how she escaped and who helped her.

Her shaking hand found the regulator and she slowly turned the water off and got up. She had to be strong. For Kira and for Helena and for all her sisters. So she whiped her tears away and put on a strong mask.

When she entered the bar room again, nobody could tell she even shed one single tear.


Not really how to feel about it, something in the way you move makes me feel like I can't live without you and it takes me all the way. I want you to stay.