A/N: As I was writing this chapter I got emotional and I happened to be listening to this song and I just think it suits the chapter perfectly. If you want to you can listen to it :) I would reccomend it.  There's a link at the top but if you'd prefer to listen to it another way it's called:

Not About Angels by Birdy

This chapter pulled at my heartstrings and I'm the author so...yeah. Hope you enjoy this my amazing little munchkins.

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Kiara = Bold Italics

Jaxon = Underlined

"Come a step closer and I swear I'll shoot."  Unlike Jaxon's words her's did not shake. She would continue to be strong until the last second. Or, at least, that's what she told herself. Kiara had not yet realized that she had become weak the moment that she accepted her crown as a curse. It had not quite yet sunk in that sometimes even the people born for royalty are warped by the heavy piece of metal on their heads, not noticing that a dainty tiara would be much better suited to them. 

Jaxon closed his eyes in order to try and erase the memory of something so strong disintegrating right before his eyes, inhaling deeply through his nose. He could do this. He could keep a girl breathing. He had to. With each breath stolen from the world, its people grew weaker. He wasn't willing to let that happen; he had once but no longer. He would save the world even if it was just by saving one breath. One breath. One girl. One girl overridden by guilt.  It was worth it. It was one step on a road to brighter smiles. "No you won't, he said softly, almost as if not to alarm her with a voice so loud that it would cause her to pull the trigger.

He crouched down to her level.

"I will." It was more of a promise to herself than to him. Kiara had always imagined her life to be long and prosperous but she was now coming to the hard realization that she did not deserve any of that. She was not worthy of the perfect life that she had planned for herself. How could she be when she was one of the reasons that a boy was willing to end his life? More importantly, how could she not see the light fading behind his eyes? How blinded was she? She had been so caught up in her fantasy that she had not taken the time to appreciate those around her. Those who cared for her. 

It wasn't that she wanted to die...it was that she felt that it was the only way to justify everything that she had done.

She felt as if she had been walking through life with a blindfold secured firmly over her eyes, never truly seeing what was happening outside of her own selfish head. She had had no idea that being so self-centred could lead to something quite as serious as this. How was she to know that she was walking on glass heart? How was she to know that each wrong step she made shattered another piece of said glass heart? How was she to know that a boy who seemed so happy was made of glass in the first place? How was she to know that a fake relationship set up to meet the needs of the public could cause a boy to fall in love in the worst way possible?

Jaxon inched a little closer to her trembling figure. Claws of black scraped down her porcelain features, splitting apart what had once been the epitome of beauty. From her withered expression, he imagined that her heart was in a similar condition. "It's okay Kiara. I know how you feel." It wasn't exactly a lie. He did know that sort of pain he just...dealt with it in a different way. Instead of drowning in his sorrows he wasted his breath attempting to stay afloat.

A chill simmered down Jaxon's spine when she let out a humourless laugh, the tears still spilling down her cheeks only enhancing the already frozen atmosphere.

Kiara had always pictured insanity as something that developed slowly over time, each blow creating another crater in one's mind until eventually there was nothing there at all. What she was feeling was something so much more than insanity. Raw pain had caused her mind to tip over the edge, no longer thinking straight as she dropped the gun to the floor. Her state of mind fell with the same clutter. The worst kind of horror movie was rolling through her head, stuck on repeat. 

Kiara scrunched her eyes shut, curling in on herself as she screamed out in protest to all of life's cruelties. The scream was so powerful that she found herself cringing, rocking herself back and forth as she continued to sob. All things that were previously graceful about Kiara Linton were now vanquished. In their place was a girl who was scared of everything around her, including her own head. All she could see was a boy who smiled and laughed his way through life without a care in the world. How had she not noticed? How could she possibly have missed something as big as this? How stupid was she?

Perhaps she really was Harley Quinn after all. She certainly felt insane, or at least on the border of it. Her mind was spinning out of control with no hope of being ground down by gravity. Wasn't that insanity? If this wasn't insanity then she did not know what it was but it terrified her. "You...you don't get it," she interrupted herself with a hiccup, "I'm the reason. I'm part of the reason that he wants to do this. I...I may as well have murdered him myself!" Her voice rose dramatically towards her last words before sinking into yet another round of sobs.

She screamed once more, picking up the gun and flinging it across the room in a cry of outrage. Deep down she had known that she had never been strong enough to do such a thing. She was weak. Just as she always would be.

A few minutes later she was quietly sobbing into the shoulder of a man she barely knew. They were connected by the thin thread of a boy who didn't want to be around for much longer.

The gun and letter were still in her mind, of course. She could never forget them. She would not allow herself to feel that kind of ignorance again. Although in her mind she now saw them in a new light. A different context. A different story that she would write for herself, no longer a puppet of society. If she had created this mess then it was about damn time that she cleaned it up.