Author Note

PassionateDarkness: Thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter, I hope you enjoy this chapter from Lilah's point of view!

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This chapter was written from the point of view of Lilah in hell at the same time. Please read & review!

Stop Saying That

"Stop saying that!" She yells this every night at the thousands of screens that surround her. It's the same everyday. Her first day in hell she'd been told everything she'd need to know, including the fact that she had to report to room 50 on the 6th floor every night at 9o'clock pm, without fail. She didn't expect anything short of torture; after all, this was hell. But nothing could prepare her for what she was about to witness.

She went along and was emitted into the room and told to wait. So she went in and waited. The first thing she noticed when she went in was the thousands of screens surrounding her. After a while, all the screens came to life, all showing the same thing.

"Wesley?" She whispers this as if saying it louder would cause the tears that were building behind her eyes, to fall.

"I loved you!" He yells this at her, not realizing she's listening.

She tries to be brave in the beginning and not cry, but by the 5th night, after seeing the constant pain in Wes' eyes and listening to his admittance of love, she couldn't help it. And the tears that she had been holding back since the first night fell. And as the nights went on, seeing Wesley getting worse and more desperate to let her know he loved her, she found herself yelling at him to stop.

"Stop saying that!" She yells one night, her body racked with tears, "It's not going to happen! I can't go back to you!"

She doesn't know how much longer she can take of this. Listening to the man she loves, yes loves, mourning for her and shouting to whoever is listening that he loves her, and not being able to do anything. Not comfort him, not even let him know that she knows.

When he lands on the chair, the empty scotch glass, that was emptied for her, still in her hand and he falls into a restless sleep about her, she truly knows she's in hell.