"Sonny?" I whispered to myself, running towards the figure.

As I got nearer and nearer, I could see the person more clearly. The figure was dressed in a nightgown, and shiny brown hair fought back at the wind, swiveling everywhere. I froze. Shiny and pretty chocolate brown hair.

"Sonny?"

CPOV

It was really her. She looked back at me, with this determined expression on her face. Like she was going to jump.

"No." I whispered, taking a step forward. She took one back, as if I was a murderer or something.

"Sonny." I mumbled, but loud enough that she could hear. "Please."

SPOV

He looked at me with a look of desperation in his eyes. He looked so vulnerable, so sad, this wasn't like Chad. The last time I had seen him, he was angry, furious--- no. I couldn't even bear to think of that memory.

"Chad." I croaked, tears forming in my eyes.

"Sonny. Please. Don't do this. It's wrong." He pleaded, and I almost gave in for a second.

"You hate me, Chad. You hate me."

"No." He said, taking another step forward. This time, I stayed where I was. "I don't hate you, Sonny. I could never hate you."

"Liar! You said so yourself."

"I was in shock. Maybe even pain." He looked down, his fingers twitching in an abnormal way.

"I read your letter, Sonny. Tawni came into my dressing room crying and shouting at me to help you. Your diary entries-"

"You read my diary!" I exclaimed, fuming. How could he be so low? One day he hates me, then the next he's searching through my diary?!?

"I needed some kind of hint to where you were. I can't let you do this."

"Watch me!" I said, and turned back around.

CPOV

She was going to do this. No matter what I said. I had to stop her. She peeked down the cliff, and for a second I actually thought she was scared.

But that was a very short second. She took a deep breath, and ran a bit forward.

"SONNY! NO!" I screamed, and lunged at her. We both went flying backwards, falling on some dirt. My back ached, but I looked over to see if Sonny was ok. She was lying on her back, eyes closed, but still breathing.

I crawled over to her, and looked closely. She was still breathing, that was for sure. I put my head in my hands. What was Sonny thinking? Committing SUICIDE, the worst thing of all. Doesn't she know that I will and always will care for her?

"Jerk." I heard, and looked up. Sonny was perched up on her elbow, coughing.

"Are you ok?" I asked, worried. She looked at me with a look of pure hatred in her eyes.

SPOV

I looked into his eyes intently. Gosh, I loved him so much. But why wouldn't he let me jump? He doesn't care for me. So, instead of thanking him, I let my ego (and yes, Sonny Monroe got an ego ever since she became best friends with CDC) get the best of me and snapped at him.

"You, you JERK!" I yelled. "One minute you are yelling at me, telling me you hate me, then the next minute you're saving me from getting away from you!" At that point I started to cry. "Your so bipolar, Chad! Just leave me alone!" I got up, and walked away from him.

He grabbed my elbow and spun me away sharply. Your faces were just about a few inches apart, and I couldn't help but get lost in his perfect features.

"Yes, maybe I did say I hate you." He sighed, staring at me with a disappointed look in his eyes. "But that doesn't mean you commit suicide. That's stupid, Sonny. I was mad at you, OK, but that doesn't mean I don't care about you." He gulped, and tears started forming in his eyes.

"You hate me. You care for me. You hate me. You care for me. Pick ONE!" I cried, and snatched my elbow out of his grip. I couldn't take it anymore.

"How could you ever think that this was ok? Sonny, you are the light of Condor Studios. You make people laugh, you're a great actor, you are the greatest best friend, and you make everyone happy. Do you want to give that all up, just because of three words that I happen to say? I thought you were strong, Sonny. This is NOT right."

I bit my lip. How could I ever tell him that it wasn't only that, but it was all of the times he hurt me. How could I tell him that I had liked him ever since four months ago? How could I tell him that I loved him ever since 15 hours ago? I couldn't. That was the answer. No matter how hard I tried, nothing could give me the will to confess my feelings to him. Hate was one thing, but rejection was something I couldn't handle from Chad.

Was it even possible to be hurt this much? I haven't even been this hurt when my dad left us when I was seven. That was a lot.

CPOV

My heart ached seeing her depressed.

Yes, my comment had came out harsher than I wanted, but what was I supposed to say? What was I supposed to do? It wasn't fair that she went through all of this, but not me.

"Sonny? Please, don't make a big mistake right now. Just come back to the studios with me, and we can talk there." I said, attempting to persuade her.

She looked away from me, tears racing down her cheeks. "You don't get it. It isn't just you that I'm doing this." She croaked, looking back at me. "My dad left when I was seven. I was hardly able to take that. Everything reminded me of him. I blamed myself for years, saying that I was a bad child, and that he didn't want me. My mom became depressed, and it took her two whole years to get back on track." She gulped, and wiped away some tears. "Then, when I how offered this job, I jumped at the chance to get away from everything. It was my only escape. I had to leave my old life behind, and start a new one. A fresh start."

"Oh, Sonny," I said, and reached my hand out. She never told me all these things, and by the looks of it she hadn't old anyone else.

She declined my hand, and shook her head.

"Chad, you do understand that I needed you, right? You were my only escape. When I first came, Tawni hated me, and Nico, Grady, and Zora were not enough." She smiled weakly at me. "You helped me get through everything. You built a wall between my new and old life."

"And I broke it last night, didn't I?" I asked her. She nodded slightly, and I clenched my teeth. How could I have been so stupid? I mean, after all that she has been through, I just went and "broken" her wall.

"But you know what?" She said, and took a deep and unsteady breath. "It's OK."

"What do you mean?" I grabbed her shoulders, and made her look me in the eye. "Sonny Allison Monroe, I love you."