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"Lizzie?"
Elizabeth assured David that it was her and only her that was going to come in, that all she wanted was to talk. He let her in and quickly shut the door. David stood against the far wall, a gun placed firmly at his temple.
"David. If we're gonna talk, I need you to put the gun down. Can you do that?" David didn't move. "David, please."
Still not moving, David spoke, a quiver in his voice. "Did, did, I kill that guy?"
"Detective Flack? No. But you did shoot him, and that's still a felony."
David shook his head. "I'm not crazy, y'know. I'm not. I'm just, I don't know. I guess, I'm just crazy for you still." David still had the gun at his head, which made Elizabeth nervous. "I mean, you can't help who you fall for, right?"
Elizabeth looked at David trying to understand.
"Right?" He asked, this time not rhetorically. Elizabeth nodded slightly. "You were one of only a few people who gave the time of day, and more. I felt like you may have really cared about me. It was a good feeling, y'know? And, then," he said, his voice getting more fierce, "you took that all away, when you suddenly decided to break up with me. Why did you do, it, Lizzie, huh? Why?"
Elizabeth didn't have an answer for him. "I don't know."
"I have a revolver to my head, my finger on the trigger, and the best you have for me is 'I don't know'?"
"I don't. I'm not gonna lie. Honestly, I was scared, I think. I was going through a lot then, a lot," her mind flashed back briefly to the bomb explosion, and her feelings for Don. "I have this strange habit of not letting people get to close to me. I don't know why. I think maybe I'm scared of people knowing who I really am, and hating it. Once you let someone get to know you, really get to know you, there's no going back. Maybe I'm scared of being really happy. I don't know what that even feels like."
David leaned against a concrete pillar and banged his head several times, in frustration; the gun still aimed at his head, but his hand trembling.
"I envy you, David," Elizabeth continued, trying to make eye contact, "for being able to let people in, let them get close and feel all that you wanna feel without fighting it, or making excuses… I don't know how to do that," Elizabeth said, careful not to let her voice crack, as her throat swelled up, and tears pricked the corners of her eyes. "You're fearless, you know? I wish I had that." David stopped hitting his head, and looked up at Elizabeth. "Put the gun down, David."
David slowly lowered his gun, and pulled the two bullets out. He handed them over to Elizabeth as he fell to the ground, tears in his own eyes. "You're gonna arrest me, aren't you?"
"I have to. But, I'm gonna make sure you get a good lawyer. And some help."
"You hate me, don't you?" David asked, not looking up from the ground.
Elizabeth shook her head, then realized David couldn't see her. "No," she said aloud. "I never hated you. It was never about you. We're both kinda screwed up in our own way, and I'm sorry if I hurt you."
Elizabeth let David sit there for a moment, collecting himself, tears rolling down his blotchy red cheeks."You ready?" David nodded, slowly.
"OK," Elizabeth said in her mic softly, signalling the officers in.
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