GWEN'S P.O.V
I stared deeply down the building of the 5 star hotel. I had been roomed on the top floor, and thinking about every little thing that has happened to haunt me made me wan't to jump . . . But with family, friends, and Duncan, I just couldn't bring myself to commit suicide. Courtney hated me with all her heart, especially after the incident with me and Duncan. We had been secretly dating, and Courtney had been Duncan's wife at the time. After having her attack me in public, and be on the front page of "FAME" Magezine, both of us fighting and pulling one another's hair, I pushed Duncan away, nearly killed him on the way.
"Come on Gwen! What do i haft to do for you to forgive me!? I mean, it's not our fucking fault the ones we love are too good for us! Courtney and Trent are made for eachother. Don't you fucking remember the show? We practically died just by trying to fuck one another, when that idiotic bear showed up!"
Duncan slowly walked up to me, gripped me by the shoulders, and whispered in my ear. He smirked, licked my neck, then I closed my eyes roughly, pushed him back, then went back to staring at the ground, 100 feet down . . .
"You know I'm not even going to dare to jump . . . but what you don't know is that I don't give a fuck about weither or not you claim to 'love' me. I felt you push me into that alley when Courtney arrived in the middle of our date. I tried and tried to tell you what you had to do to keep my trust . . . But making up a stupid excuse from our past to keep us together is unexceptible! Do me a favor and jump off the balcony would ya'?"
I spit off the 100 foot building, turned around, and sternly told him. He gasped, frowned, then as I began to turn around, he tried to grab me, intill he took his hands back and sighed.
"I just want you to be happy . . . Belive it or not, but I saw that basterd of a husband Trent flirt with Lindsay. Of course she declinded his effort, but I was there! He threatened me to never tell you, but I couldn't destroy you're relationship! I regret telling you this now . . . But we did cheat on our wifes and husbands. Please Gwen, just take me back! There's nothing I've wanted more!"
Duncan begged me, got on his knees, and began to cry.
"Crying won't help me or you . . ." I helped him up, hugged him, and rubbed his back.
"You know I love you . . . and you love me. But I can't do anything to fix our troubles, or they're troubles."
Duncan's arms were dangling, intill I grabbed them, and had them hug me. "Your just a wittle' boy and I'm a girl. I remeber when we met . . . It was too long ago, but if it were to be this month, I bet everything would've been better then this hellish world we live in now . . ."
I stared into Duncan's eyes, smiled, then leaned in for one . . . last . . . kiss . . .