Can you really live without me, Troublesome?

Shut up, this is all your fault, it's your fault I'm sat here worrying, your fault I'm a mess. It's your fault I'm crying my eyes out until no tears come.

Of course, you had to push me out the way, stupid. Where was your common sense! You didn't need to take the bullet for me. It was me that should of been hit.

Not you.

Especially after our conversation before, you thought you were being all cold and arrogant but you were just jealous of the guy behind my computer screen, the guy from google images.

"I could totally live with this guy instead of you Paul!" I had teased, biting my lip and winking at him as he blushed.

"Can you really live without me, Troublesome?" He had replied and I felt at a loss for words, could I?

Troublesome.

Stop it, please just stop.

Can you live without me?

Stop saying that!

Can you-

"Shut up!" I screamed, attracting the attention of some doctors and even some women walking by, silence welcomed me again as I put my head in my hands, I felt like screaming at you, pulling your hair out and kicking you in the face.

Can you live without me, Troublesome?"

There you go again, your words echoing in my mind, you are such a stupid person.

"Dawn?" I looked up, in hope that it would be a doctor telling me good news, that he was alive and healthy and would be back on his feet in days, he had a look of dismay on his face. He held out his hand which held a white folded up piece of paper in it. I took it, confusion painting my features as the doctor back away giving me privacy.

I looked at it, the word "Troublesome" neatly wrote out in his handwriting.

Dear Troublesome,

I can imagine your face right now, red and your eyes puffy. I guess you care about me, you would probably be yelling at me right now about how stupid I was. I guess I am stupid. I did it because I care about you and writing this letter is the only way to do it, my throat isn't even properly working because of the gun wound but I needed to talk to you. I'm sorry I took you to the cafe today instead of tomorrow or the day before. I'm sorry I've been so rude. I sound so soppy, it's the medication. I'm giving you Torterra...

I love you.

And you can live without me.

-Paul

My hands trembled, staring up at the doctor who held pity in his eyes, "I'm so sorry Miss. Berlitz." He apologized, I crumpled the letter up in my hands before standing up and excusing myself.

That idiot! I hate him! I hate him so much, how dare he just leave me by myself! I ran home, not bothering about a taxi, the rain may have caused me to get a cold but I didn't care, all I care about is you Paul!

Can you really live without me, Troublesome?

Please just stop tormenting me.

Troublesome.

No, I can't.

I can't do it.

I can't live without you.

I let out a strangled scream, punching whatever I could and throwing the vase you gave your "nice" opinion on.

Without me.

"I hate you!" I screamed louder, falling onto my knees and sobbing.

You can live without me.

No I can't, you lied to me.

Police sirens filled the silence in the night, the lights blinding as they raced past houses until they came to an apartment complex, they piled out the cars and kicked down the door to the white apartment, broken plates, vases and even a picture frame littered the floor.

And in the middle of the mess was Dawn.

Broken, with a gun in her hand and dead.