Chapter 2

Anya smirks, "After 3 years of tracking me down you can't even do what you wanted to do so bad?"

James glares at her, "Shut up!"

"Make me baby, make me," she whispers so softly James hardly hears her.

James looks away from her then he raises the gun so it's against her forehead again.

"Please," she whispers, "Just pull the trigger."

"Why should I do what you want?" James asks the girl her still loves.

"Because I don't deserve to be here anymore, James."

"Don't say that, Anya," James whispers as he lowers the gun.

The gun slips from his hand and fits the ground. When it hits the ground it goes off. The bullet lodges itself into Anya's shin. She falls to her knees.

"I'm sorry," James whispers to her as he kneels next to her. She looks to him with hatred in her eyes. Anya pushes herself up and runs [with a bad limp out of the alleyway. Once out she goes to the nearest hospital.

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The doctor comes into the room after she finishes talking to the nurse.

"how did you get shot, dear?" She asks softly.

Anya looks at her, "I was helping a friend move around some guns that he owns and one that was loaded got dropped."

The doctor looks at her for a minute knowing she's lying. "You don't have to lie to protect him, dear." She says softly.

"I'm not lying, or trying to protect him," Anya growls though her teeth.

The doctor only nods, "You can go."

Anya leaves quickly. Once outside a single tear runs down her cheek.

"Don't cry Anya," James says softly causing her to jump. She looks to him, "Stay away from me… please," She whispers before she leaves.

-------------- 6 ½ months later ------------------

------------------------------------Anya & James on 25th date--------------------------------------------

Anya smiles at the man across the table form her.

"I love you Anya, you know that right?"

"Yes James I know…. I love you too ya know."

James smiles then he moves and kneels in form of her, "Anya Ulama… Will you marry me?"

Anya smiles "Yes" she whispers as a tear runs down her cheek.