A/N: the chapter title is a mood and Veronica is me.

"What the fuck have you done?" I asked, standing, facing JD. "You said this was harmless!"

"For us?" He said, awkwardly shrugging and smiling. "They were assholes and they hurt you, babe. I figured the world could use a little less hatred."

He put a hand on my shoulder. I jerked away.

"You're crazy," I said, shaking my head. "You're fucking crazy."

"Veronica, you don't get it!" He begged me, "our love is beyond what this world can comprehend. There isn't enough space in this world for me and you. I would do anything for you. Die for you. Kill for you. Whatever you need. I love you!" He dropped the gun. "I need you. We are meant to be together. Please, Veronica. Don't leave me."

I dropped the gun so it fell to the ground beside his. "I can't do this. I can't keep hurting people for you! We are not Bonnie and Clyde! This is not a game!" I ran a hand through my hair. "They were seventeen, JD!" I screamed, gesturing to Ram's body on the ground beside me. "They had their whole lives. Yes they were assholes but people change! Now they'll never get that chance."

I rolled my eyes. "You're sick and twisted, JD. I... I wish I could be with you. But after what you've put me through, I just can't."

I reached down and picked up the gun. I quickly placed it in Kurt's left hand, and then unfolded the suicide note to place in his right.

"I'm done. We're done. It's over."

He reached out for me. "Veronica, please-"

I shook my head. "No, JD."

He stared at his feet as I walked away, back to the road. We had driven here together, but I wasn't getting back in that car. I'd walk to school.

When I arrived at the school, I ran into Betty. She lit up when she saw me and I forced a fake smile for her.

"Veronica! We still on for Saturday, right?"

"Yeah."

"Did you hear?"

"What?"

Her smile faded. "School was cancelled today. They found Kurt and Ram about half an hour ago in the woods. They killed themselves."

I choked. "You're... you're kidding?" I asked, knowing damn well what actually happened.

She nodded. "I just saw the email when I got here- you know me, always check the email before homeroom!"

I felt sick. "I should be heading home, then... my mom will wonder where I am if there's no school."

"You could come to my place?" Betty offered.

I shook my head. "Actually I'm not feeling that well... I think I'll just go home. Another time."

Betty grinned. "'Kay."

About an hour after my conversation with Betty, I could be found sitting in my bathtub with a gallon of ice cream sobbing my fucking eyes out.

Why the fuck did the first guy to really like me have to be a fucking psycho? I believe he did care about me, but I just can't deal with that. It's not my job to run around after a mentally unstable guy just because I think he's hot.

He's insane. But I want him. I want him here to comfort me. I crossed my legs, continuing to cry into my ice cream because he wasn't here and wouldn't be unless he broke in through the window. Not that that would surprise me. That what he did the day we met, after all.

The memory of that night hurt me so much. I had wanted that moment to last forever. But it didn't. He murdered three people. How can I forgive that? And he lied to me. The bastard.

There was knocking on the bathroom door. "Veronica," my mom asked, "do you want to talk about it?"

"No!" I shoved another spoonful of ice cream into my mouth.

"You can always talk to me, Ronnie."

"I know, Mom." I took a shaky breath. "I just don't feel like taking about it right now."

There were footsteps and I knew she'd left.

So I continued crying because I'm a fucking baby.