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General trigger warnings for this story: Language, smut, mentions of rape, abuse, drug use/overdose, violence/death.

CHAPTER 39: HIT

"Hey, uh…" Tig approached Sydney awkwardly. "Y-you're on the pill, right?" He didn't know shit about birth control, if he had - he probably wouldn't have two kids. But what he did know about were condoms - and that they weren't using any.

"You've been raw-dogging me for weeks and now you're concerned?" She scoffed, not looking up from the mirror where she was gathering her hair into a half-up, half-down ponytail.

Tig looked down, not knowing how to respond in a way that told her that he was serious, without the possibility of offending her. Never in his life had he been the one to have to initiate a conversation like this, he'd hardly ever been with anyone long enough to even warrant a conversation like this - not even the mother of his children. Colleen had been a mistake; the result of a drunken night with a croweater he'd gotten a little too comfortable with. It was an easy mistake that landed him the lifelong guilt of tainting two innocent lives forever - an easy mistake that he couldn't handle making twice.

Sydney stopped her movements and dropped her hand dramatically, releasing a handful of white-blonde hair and turning to face him. "I'm not some patch chaser trying to trap you." She scoffed.

Tig looked up with wide eyes when she spit the bitter words at him, his expression softening when he saw her biting her lip in a devious smile and trying not to laugh, looking back down and laughing half-heartedly.

"Seeing that baby didn't give me any ideas. Don't worry." She assured him, rolling her eyes playfully.

Sydney stalked down the hallway towards the chapel with a giant grin on her face. She couldn't wait to trump Jax's 'heroic act' and measly $15k to put towards their debt, with her creativity that had earned enough to pay it off.

"There's no way McKeevy aint gonna be delayed?" Clay sighed wishfully, rubbing his forehead.

"The Irish are alotta things… Late isn't one of em." Chibs shook his head regretfully.

"How the hell are we gonna come up with $25k in the next nine hours…"

Sydney saw Half-Sack uncomfortably sink in his seat out of the corner of her eye. "Well… There is one way." All eyes landed on her where she sat with her hands in the pockets of her dark hoodie. "But you boys would have to ask real nicely." She grinned evilly.

"What do you mean?" Clay wasn't surprised that she'd managed to come up with something, but he had no clue what it could possibly be.

"I told you that yesterday would be worth your while…" She mused with innocent eyes as she began pulling stacks of bills from under her bulky garment, slamming them down on the table while smirking cockily at Jax.

"Nah…" A grin spread across Clay's face when his eyes laid on the last of the cash that they so desperately needed, a round of applause following his realization. He beamed from the head of the table, feeling that a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders. That was until he glanced to his left, and then to his right, then looking around the table at his whole crew who were celebrating the victory… The victory that was achieved by the one person sitting in the room who'd had no obligation to obtain it.

"You tryin to buy yourself a patch?" Jax scoffed once the cheering died down.

"Consider it an investment." She smiled sarcastically before the chapel fell silent, anticipating another argument between the prince and princess.

"So, nobody's gonna ask where it came from?" Tig broke the ice, looking around the table with a raised brow.

"No." Everybody answered in unison, not wanting to delve into the possibilities of what Tig and Sydney had done for that kind of cash.

Clay forced a chuckle, getting back to business. "We got that job for Trammel tomorrow morning. Don't gotta worry about local cops, and if we get outta here early enough - we can slip past the feds. Trammel wants this place wiped off the map, any volunteers for pyro?"

Jax tensed, remembering the last time Opie was offered for explosives and how Donna had lost her mind over it. He kept his mouth shut while he wrestled with the internal conflict. He'd pushed so hard for Opie to jump back into SAMCRO, but now his heart was telling him to protect his best friend from everything that he was currently in fear of...

"Yeah, I got it." Bobby raised his hand.

Sydney nodded along with everyone else, but she hadn't missed the twitch in Jax's neck when pyro was mentioned. "What about Ope? I never got to see all that shit that he's so good at blowing up…" She slid her necklace across the chain, looking menacingly at Jax while Bobby raised a brow and Tig's eyes widened. "He's trying to prove that he's back in, right?"

"What do you think, VP?" Clay smirked, knowing that Jax couldn't say no because if he did, it would not only reveal his broken loyalty - but Opie's as well.

"I'll call him." His jaw set harshly as he stared Sydney down from where she sat across from him.

"We get outta here at 9:00 am tomorrow morning. As for tonight, Unser's got all the info for you two on the truck." Clay looked between Tig and Juice. "Go when it gets dark, take it to the warehouse, load up the barrels. Princess, you're comin with me and Chibs to drop off McKeevy's cash."

Jax and Sydney shared a panicked glance when Clay mentioned the oil barrels, temporarily tabling their standoff. "I thought we weren't using the barrels?" Sydney questioned before Jax could - knowing that Clay only would've seen it as another sign of treason.

"Unser's not reporting the truck stolen until we're done with it, it doesn't matter. We take our drums and leave it on the side of the road."

"It's not the stolen truck that we need to worry about." She pressed further. "The feds are looking for anything to get them probable cause." She shook her head. "Transporting petroleum over state lines is illegal, transporting car parts isn't. We use the crates, give them no reason to think twice. There's no harm in being too careful."

Clay didn't enjoy the shower of bullets that his leadership was continuing to take, but she had a point and she had just saved their business - if he agreed with her, maybe it would help stop any future suspicions that would likely arise from his growing power struggle with Jax, about him being an unreasonable leader. "Pack em up." He nodded over his shoulder to Half-Sack who scurried out of the chapel to get the job done.

"Thank you." Jax mumbled to Sydney out of the corner of his mouth as they exited the chapel.

"Don't thank me yet." She scoffed, turning sharply down the hallway.

"Thought you said you need Jax to trust you?" Tig asked from the edge of his bed with a raised brow.

"Needed." She corrected, unclasping her necklace and placing it on the nightstand before beginning to strip down. "That's over now."

Tig stood, rounding the bed until he was in front of her, grabbing her hands and stopping her from removing the sports bra she'd been wearing underneath the oversized garment.

"You told me that we can't bring personal shit to the table, that we can't judge him if we do the same thing." He looked sincerely into her eyes.

"You think this is personal?" She went on the defence. "There aint nothing personal about it. If he wants to keep suggesting that he doesn't give a shit about this club, I'm gonna keep making him prove that he doesn't." She spoke with finality, turning away and closing the bathroom door behind her.

It'd finally stopped raining by the time that darkness descended and Sydney, Chibs and Clay were headed off to the warehouse to meet McKeevy, pay their debt, and confirm their next delivery.

"Guess you're gonna need that." Jax whipped the small duffle bag of cash at Clay.

"Guess I will." The President smiled sarcastically, knowing that Jax was just jealous that he hadn't been the one to save the day after all.

Sydney raised a brow and chewed the inside of her lip as she watched Jax pout, pulling on her helmet with a smirk before firing up her Ninja and leaving the VP in her wake.

Just as Chibs had said, McKeevy arrived right on schedule, and with a better attitude than last time. The Irishman was clearly surprised to see that their bluff hadn't ended up being a bluff at all as he accepted the black bag of cash with wide eyes.

"I'll be back down next Sunday, meet at the ports with the barrels as usual." He nodded.

"Eh…" Clay hesitated, remembering what Sydney had said about the barrels but not wanting to get into another altercation with the foreigner after he had narrowly escaped the last one.

"We've come across an issue with the oil barrels." Sydney interected, looking at Clay tentatively as she spoke to McKeevy who had a brow creased in concern. Clay didn't say anything, just blinked his approval for her to put whatever excuse she'd come up with, to use. "A couple of survivalist groups out in forest bunkers off of the highway, they've been giving us some trouble for the oil… Need it for their generators I guess."

"Is this a problem?" McKeevy looked to Clay for an answer.

"No sir." Sydney stole his attention back. "We've come up with a new method of transport." She gestured behind her to the stacks of 'car part' crates. "We've done a few test runs, they aint interested in motors and mufflers. Better safe than sorry, especially with the fragility of your cause." She jabbed with a sarcastic smile for his disrespect.

"Okay." Was all that McKeevy could muster diplomatically to the mouthy little girl.

"Alright, I guess we'll see you Sunda-" Clay stuck out his hand to close out the sale when he was cut off by his phone ringing.

"Thank you, sir." Sydney smiled, stepping in front of Clay and shaking the man's hand gratefully to cover for her President.

"What?" Clay sneered into his phone after turning away from the group. "He got what? By a Doberman?" He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Okay, bring the truck here and we'll get him to the clubhouse."

"Everything okay?" Sydney slinked away when Chibs and McKeevy began hollering to one another in their thick accents.

"Tig got his ass bitten by Unser's guard dog. Call Half-Sack with the van, and Tara with the medical."

"Tara?" Sydney was more surprised to hear the doctor's name coming out of his mouth than she was to hear what happened, hoping that this didn't have to do with her involvement with Kohn…

"She owes us." Clay walked off.

Sydney squeezed her eyes shut, knowing that regardless of her lack of involvement in how Clay had found out about Tara, Jax would make sure that the blow back over it would land on her. She flipped open her burner, summoning Half-Sack to bring the van, looking through her contacts before she realized that she didn't have Tara's number. Fuck. She knew what this meant.

"Yeah." Jax spoke into his burner, surprised to recognize Sydney's temporary number.

"I need Tara's number."

"Why?" He shook his head with a deep scowl, not understanding what the dynamic between the two women was. Tara had known about her and Tig, and had obviously felt comfortable enough to tell her about Kohn, but she hadn't given her phone number? Something didn't make sense.

Tara hadn't reached out since Kohn had left town and the details were all pointing to the one conclusion that Jax had been so desperately trying to ignore, the one that Stahl had led him straight to: that she had just used him to get rid of Kohn all along. Her demon was gone thanks to him, she could go back to her successful and serious life, she didn't have a need for him anymore.

"Tig needs stitching up, something about Unser's security dog."

Jax scoffed when she told him what had happened to Tig, taking this as his own personal victory against the Sergeant. He rattled off Tara's number that he still knew by heart - if she had been using him, then he didn't need to feel bad about using her. This was a business transaction, and she was in his debt.

Tara was sitting at her kitchen table drumming her fingers over the oak surface that she used to eat breakfast at everyday as a kid. Her eyes were heavy with exhaustion from the laps that her mind was running - trying to figure out what it was that she wanted now that she no longer had a need to stay in Charming.

Her head snapped up when her phone began ringing, feeling her heart speed up. "Hello?" She wearily answered the call from the unknown number, praying with everything she had that it wasn't Josh, not again…

"Hi, Tara. It's Sydney." She was relieved to hear the familiar voice, that was until she remembered what the conniving little gash had done; manipulating her into hoping that Jax would kill Kohn, then ratting out her intentions to him - filling his mind with poison. She had no doubt that Gemma was the mastermind behind the whole thing, but she knew that Sydney was too smart to be taken advantage of, she had to have been in on it.

"Hi." The brunette replied curtly, staying on the line only because she thought it might've been about Jax - the one thing keeping her from bolting straight out of town, which ironically was the exact same thing that had sent her bolting all of those years ago.

Sydney was taken aback by her cold greeting, but she didn't have time to think about that. She explained the situation to Tara who reluctantly agreed - figuring that maybe helping out the club would show Jax that she hadn't just been using him to do her dirty work.

Sydney finally snapped her phone shut after the frustrating conversations - reminding herself that it was about the result, not the process - and walked out to the front of the warehouse where Tig and Juice had arrived in the stolen cargo truck.

"Jesus christ." She laughed when she saw Tig clutching his bleeding ass in the front seat of the truck. "You know… Somethin about this seems familiar." She tapped her bottom lip with a smirk, thinking back to the similar scene after his bike accident a few weeks ago.

"Both times were not my fault." Tig insisted, glaring at Juice in the driver's seat who nervously looked away before hopping out to begin loading up the crates.

"Mhmm…" Sydney hummed playfully with a raised brow. "Tara's gonna stitch you up, no bounty hunters." She winked, nodding to Half-Sack who pulled up with the van and ran out to help Tig transfer vehicles.

Sydney sat at the table along with Jax while Tig was laid out over the reaper so that Tara could sew up the deep wound in his ass. There was an eerie silence to the room, no laughter or playful banter over the situation, no small talk, nothing. She exchanged occasional glances with Jax or Tara, as well as catching the glances they exchanged with each other, both of which seemed less than friendly.

"Okay, take these." Tara handed Tig an orange bottle of morphine pills once she was finished. "It's all I have, I couldn't take anything from St. Thomas." She looked to Jax apologetically, rather than Tig - knowing that these pain pills were far stronger than he needed.

"Alright, thanks doc." Tig nodded as Tara took her leave, he definitely didn't mind the extra dosage.

"Hey, thanks." Jax caught up with Tara, touching her arm gratefully. He'd intended on keeping up the closed off facade, but that wasn't him - not when it came to her.

"Yeah…" She replied awkwardly. "Make sure Sydney keeps an eye on the stitches."

"You talk to her?"

"No, I don't need to."

"Thought you guys were friends?"

"Yes well, I guess things aren't always as they seem." She spoke cryptically, looking down at her medical bag.

"They sure aren't." He scoffed condescendingly, stalking out the door.

Tara opened her mouth to call after him but she couldn't make herself say the words. She was conflicted, she didn't want Sydney and Gemma to get the satisfaction of destroying whatever it was that her and Jax had started up again, but she also didn't want them to get away with manipulating him into hating her. If they were going to crash and burn, she wanted it to be on her terms this time, not his mother's.

Juice helped a wobbly Tig get to his room while Sydney trailed behind with a smile at the amusing display.

"You're wiping my ass when I need it!" The drugged up Sergeant yelled to a horrified looking Juice.

"Come on man, that's what you got an old lady fo-"

"Nope." Sydney cut him off, shaking her head. The bald man grimaced painfully at the thought before taking his leave and hoping that Tig was just fucking around - but he had a feeling that he wasn't.

"I'm gonna pass out, you should sleep at your house tonight." Tig told Sydney from where he laid on his back with his eyes closed, still clothed.

"Uh, okay." She'd expected him to want her at the clubhouse while he was in pain and had to head out for Trammel's job at the early hour, but she didn't fight it - figuring he was likely just tired, pissed off, and uncomfortable. "I love you." She bent down and kissed him on the cheek.

"You too." He mumbled, sparing himself of the depressing sight by not opening his eyes.

Sydney left the clubhouse feeling more deflated than she thought was warranted, but couldn't figure out why. She chalked it up to the unusual worry of club secrets being found out - something she'd never had to deal with before, especially in the position that she was in where one wrong move could land her on the blacklist.

Tig spent the night tossing and turning, struggling to get to sleep even with the heavy drowsiness from the pills. He screamed for the prospect, figuring that it was still early enough for him to be hanging around the clubhouse.

"Yeah?" Half-Sack asked once he reached Tig's door, out of breath from running once he'd realized that the Sergeant had been calling for him. "You need me to call Syd?"

"No. Whiskey."

"Uh, aren't you supposed to like, not have alcohol with prescription-"

"I said whiskey!" Tig wasn't looking for a lecture on mixing substances, he would've let Sydney stay if he wanted that. "You call her, you lose that kutte."

Half-Sack reluctantly made his way to the bar in search of a bottle now that his backup plan was ruined, purposely grabbing the one that was almost empty so that Tig wouldn't be able to do too much damage to himself.

Tig swiped the bottle when Half-Sack returned, barely getting the lid off before he drained it of every last drop and let it fall to the floor, tipping his head back and waiting for the effects to kick in.

His head got foggier and foggier, and the ceiling fan eventually blurred into a new sight taking shape before his eyes: Sydney. She was twirling around on the compound, laughing and holding out her hand for him. He reached out, her hand almost in his grasp when suddenly she was whisked away by a dark cloud, the face of the reaper staring at him tauntingly.

He shook his head, turning around to look for her, his heart sinking when he saw it. The scene of the accident. The paramedics covering her body.

"Jules…"

"Uh… No." An EMT spoke behind him with her brows furrowed as she approached the scene with a clipboard. "Sydney Harding, did you know her?"

"No." Tig dropped to his knees. "No no no no, not again." His eyes filled with tears.

"You've lived a whole life without me."

"Baby?" Tig sprung to his feet when he heard her voice. "Where are you?"

Sydney's words echoed around him as he frantically searched the crowd of accident spectators for her, looking for some hope that she was okay, that she wasn't dead, that this was just some sick joke.

"You've lived a whole life without me. You've lived a whole life without me. You're going to live without me." Her angelic voice turned demonic as the darkness returned to the sky, the face of death reappearing and speaking her words before reaching down and plucking her lifeless body off of the pavement.

"No!" Tig screamed as the reaper laughed in his face.

"Dude!" Happy burst through the door to see Tig standing in the middle of his dorm room, screaming incoherently.

Tig turned to face the door, seeing the reaper standing before him. He fell back onto his wound and yelled in pain as he blinked rapidly before the haunting images melted away and revealed where he was, and who was standing in front of him. The entire thing had been a hallucination.

"What the hell are you doing?" Happy was confused until he looked over at the nightstand which displayed the bottle of pills, then he saw the empty whiskey bottle on the floor. "Idiot." He scoffed, helping up his brother and getting him back into bed.

Tig couldn't speak, he just nodded to Happy as thanks for his help, his heart pounding and his forehead beading with sweat as he tried to calm down but as soon as his back hit the mattress, he quickly fell asleep.

"Here we are." The giddy nurse handed a teary-eyed Sydney the tiny baby girl wrapped in a pink blanket.

Tig looked down at the baby sleeping peacefully, beautiful with blonde hair and bright blue eyes. His heart exploded in his chest, his eyes swimming with tears before he broke down. Never did he think he would get this chance again - even want this chance again, but here he was, happier than he'd ever been.

"Do we have a name?" The nurse asked the new parents as they gazed upon their perfect daughter.

"Yeah." Sydney grinned, looking up at Tig. "Her name is-"

"Alexander Trager?" A.T.F. burst into the hospital room with an entire squad unit. "You are under arrest for the murder of Lowell Harland Sr., Ernesto Rodriguez, and Ezekiel Fortuna."

"No…" Tig whispered. "No no no. Not now." He shook his head before they took him to the ground harshly.

"We're going to have to take the child, Mrs. Trager."

"What? No!" Sydney looked at Tig, horrified over what his actions had caused.

The baby started crying as it was ripped from Sydney's arms while she screamed and thrashed against the officers holding her down to the bed with tears streaming down her face. "How could you let this happen?" She screamed.

"I'm sorry… I'm sorry baby. I'm sorry." Tig cried from underneath the cop's knee.

A particularly heavy sob in his chest woke Tig from his deep sleep, looking around the room once again but this time his eyes were blurred with tears. He breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that it had been a dream, though he could still feel his broken heart in his chest. It may not have been real, but it soon would be if he continued down this path.

He hobbled to the bathroom in search of water, ignoring the stinging in his ass. He gulped straight from the tap before splashing some onto his face, hoping that the shock would sober him up enough to fight the drowsiness of the pills. He couldn't sleep again, not if that was going to be the result.

He padded back across the room to the bed, stripping off his heavy jeans and shirt that were now soaked in sweat before he sat back against the headboard. He could feel his eyes rolling back into his skull and he didn't know how to stop it. The pills wouldn't let him stay awake, and his demons wouldn't let him sleep the horrors away. He was condemned to suffering no matter what he chose, which he supposed was what he had always been destined for.

Tig was tearing down 44 with Sydney alongside him on her Ninja. He looked over at her and smiled while she gripped her handlebars and rode with determination as they rounded the bend to see the excavation equipment digging up the bones... The bones of Tig's past.

"What's going on?" Sydney flipped up her visor and looked back at him, recognizing the look of worry even under his sunglasses.

"Uh… I don't-"

"Woah! Stop!" Tig pulled his eyes away from her to see Hale waving his hands in an attempt to warn her, but it had been too late.

He came to a screeching halt, almost launching himself over his handlebars as he watched Sydney's bike go down after she'd ran right over the spikes on the road. The black bike tumbled with her body, bouncing harshly across the pavement before it finally came to a stop.

"No…" Tig whispered, racing over to where she laid, unmoving. He rolled her over, but the face he saw beneath the helmet wasn't hers.

"Jules?" He whispered in shock.

Her aqua coloured eyes snapped open; the eyes that he never thought he'd look into ever again.

"You're going to kill her, Alexander."

"W-what?" He jumped back. "No."

"You're going to kill her, just like you killed me."

Tig woke up, panting and yelling for the third time. He knew exactly where he was and what had happened this time, grabbing the empty whiskey bottle and whipping it harshly against the wall, letting out a pained cry when it shattered loudly. He let the heavy tears fall from his eyes, knowing that he wouldn't be able to stop them if he tried. The last dream had quite literally been the nail in the coffin, he knew that he couldn't avoid it any longer.

Sydney had woken up early and excited for what today's job had in store. She had just finished eating breakfast and was on her second cup of coffee when she heard a knock at the door. Her forehead creased, not having expected anyone to be stopping by and knowing that it was too early for morning visitors. She tucked her glock into her waistband, creeping towards the front door and peering into the peephole, chuckling when she realized it was Tig.

"Hi." She opened the door with a warm smile, setting her gun down on the small table by the door and tiptoeing to kiss his cheek. "I hope your ass isn't too sore, cause I got somethin fun planned later." She winked and turned down the hallway. "I didn't know you were coming or I would've made more breakfast." She walked backwards and spoke with an apologetic pout before she reached the kitchen, bounding towards the cupboard for a clean mug. "I have fresh coffee though." She smiled, walking towards the steaming coffee pot.

"Sydney."

Sydney felt the icy chill run through her veins, his serious tone halting her cheerful movements. She turned to face him, seeing what a wreck he looked like - which she hadn't noticed until now, amidst her excitement.

"What's wrong?"

"We can't do this anymore." He whispered, shaking his head as he looked down at his boots.

"D-do what?" She struggled to keep her voice level as the chill in her veins turned to ice.

"You and me." He looked back up regrettably - knowing that he needed to look her in the eye like a man - no matter how much he didn't want to. "It's just a matter of time before someone gets hurt."

"How many pills have you taken?" She knew that this wasn't him, it was his insecurities.

"You think this is just the painkillers talking?" He grimaced.

"Yeah, kind of." She scoffed.

"What you said…" He looked back down, shaking his head. "You were right. I've already lived a whole life without you, and you'll have to live a whole life without me when I get myself killed or locked up." He looked back up at her with pain behind his eyes. "I can't give you what you want… What you deserve."

For the first time in Sydney's life, she was speechless. She had never expected someone to be having the 'I'm too dangerous for you' conversation with her, especially when he had been giving her exactly what she wanted all along. What she didn't want was to be sheltered and protected, which ironically was the whole reason he'd come to this decision.

"Wha-" She cleared her throat, shaking her head to refocus after the words bitch slapped her like never before. "What brought this on?"

"It's been on my mind for a while." He chewed his lip while nodded sincerely.

Sydney's mind started racing. She'd spent weeks thinking that she was just paranoid for worrying that she wouldn't be a good enough old lady for him, he had let her think that she was weak for thinking that she wouldn't be a good enough old lady for him when she'd been right on the money the whole time - as usual.

"When I told you not to break my heart… And you said that you couldn't even if you wanted to-"

"I never thought you'd ever give me the chance to do it." He answered before she could even finish asking the question.

Sydney felt her heart collapse inside her chest. This was no bitch slap, it was a gut punch.

As soon as the words left Tig's mouth, his own heart collapsed - breaking through the tough exterior he'd put up when he'd told himself that what he was doing was the right thing. But the pain in her face was enough to silence any demon, doubt, and dark thought that he'd ever had about their relationship. He would happily suffer through a lifetime of nightmares if it meant that he could take all of this back.

"Okay." Was all she could think to say in her state of shock, staring blankly at the hardwood floor behind where he stood in front of her.

"No." He needed to fix this, but he had no idea how to reverse the damage that his cowardly action had done. "No, Syd-"

"So I really was right all along… Thinking that I wasn't what you needed." She cut him off, chuckling humorlessly with the threat of tears evident in her voice as she looked away.

"No, baby, not at all." He shook his head, taking a step towards her. "You're more than enou-"

"You know what I liked about you?" She cut him off again, whipping her head back towards him and stopping him in his tracks as her anger started to trump her sadness. She'd let him do exactly what Happy tried to warn her of: cloud her confidence. "The fact that you could handle me - made me feel like I wasn't too much. But I guess I was wrong in thinking that you were enough." She snarled.

"Sydney, I-" His voice cracked.

"Get out." She shook her head, looking away from again.

"Please… Baby I just-"

"Don't insult me with more bullshit excuses." She raised her voice and stalked up to him where she stood on her tiptoes. "Get out of my sight."

Tig looked into her eyes… The eyes that once sparkled for him, the eyes that now showed a passionate fire fuelled by pain, all because of him. He respected her wishes, not wanting to hurt her anymore as he turned to leave with his head down and his ears ringing. If this was the right thing, then why did it feel so wrong?

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Songs for this chapter:

Born to Die - Lana Del Rey

Monsters - Shinedown

Too Close - Alex Clare

Therapist - Mae Muller