Authors Note: When I heard that Vincent Irizarry (Dr. David Hayward) was leaving the show I thought I would write a short story about him because I have always liked the character; I love villains. Let me know what you think and if you guys like it I may write some more POV stories to go along with this one.
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David was standing on the edge of the cliff, his foot prints had marred the newly fallen snow. It was bone chillingly cold that morning but the sun was shinning brightly, making the ice covered trees look as if they were made of crystal. He hardly noticed, he was in that dark place again.
It was same dark place he had been in when he had asked Erica to crush his hand, the same darkness had over taken him when Leora died; he had even felt consumed by it when Bianca had found out about Miranda and had looked at him with hate and anger in her eyes.
The only place he had ever found some relief was at the bottom of a glass of Scotch, which is why he stood there with a glass of the amber coloured liquor in his hand. He took a sip and let it sit on his tongue before sallowing. As he looked down at the fast moving river below he thought of Leo, the river being his final resting place, supposably. It would not be the first time someone in this town had come back from the dead, he thought to himself. He took another sip and was just about to head back to his cabin when he heard yelling followed by the unmistakable sound of a gun shot