Everyone has different ways of how to protect a person. In fact, there are many different ways of how you can protect a person.

Justin loves me, but I feel like he mistakes that. He hides stuff and does things that result in us arguing, each argument getting bigger than the last to the point where we speak out of anger and not what we really, truly feel.

He is the best person I've ever met because he loves me and makes me happy.

He is the worst person I've ever met because he has the ability to say or do anything and it easily impacts me.

My breath is shaky as I continue writing on the piece of paper.

Justin has been gone for over three hours, it's past midnight now and I'm so worried about him.

I put the pen down and squash the piece of paper before throwing it away.

He doesn't take my calls, of course he doesn't. He's still upset with me. I just want a chance to talk to him, to tell him that I'm sorry for saying those things I said to him. I want him to apologize as well for uttering those hurtful words to me.

I hate the way I'm hurt.

My tear drops for the fist time since he left three hours ago.

I wish he would just come back home already so that we can fix this, I want him back to me. I need him to come back to me. Justin has to come back to me.

I feel so empty without him, especially knowing the things that we said to each other in the heat of the moment. In anger.

I need him to return so that we can talk about it.

I go through my contacts for someone to talk to because it's too much for me to deal with alone. I need Justin back.

As I'm going through my contacts, I hear a creak downstairs. I put my phone on the bed and go downstairs immidiately.

Justin is back, it must be him downstairs. I rush out of the room and go down the stairs.

"Justin" I call his name out once I'm on the last step of the staircase. I don't see anyone in the kitchen.

"Justin, where are you?" I ask, looking for him in the living room but don't see him anywhere.

"Justin?" My voice starts breaking and getting lower. I hear another creak and footsteps behind me and I turn around immidiately.

A person is standing in front of me, making me let out a huge gasp due to the unexpectance of seeing anyone that is not Justin.

When I blink, the person in front of me doesn't go anywhere. I was thinking that maybe I was hallucinating, but it seems very real. She is very real...and my eyes go wide when she starts walking towards me.

"Good to see you again, Amara." My heartbeat feels like it's a mile a minute.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to let you, my dear, know that a mother does anything for their child." I take steps back, her words taking longer to register in my head. The look she has on her face shows me that being here with her alone will not result well.

"A mother goes to the end of the road for their child, no matter the odds...but don't worry, your mother would understand this." She continues and my stomach twists.

"What are you doing in here?" I ask Daisy, a sadistic smile takes over her face.

"You will find out soon enough."

My body starts to shake uncontrollably when I see the weapon she's just taken out of her bag. A knife.

"Wh-what're you gonna do with that?" I question, my breath getting heavier like I am sprinting.

"I'm going to make everyone close to you feel the same eternal feeling you're making me feel by refusing to help my daughter out of jail."

"Okay okay okay I'll drop the charges immidiately. Just put the knife down please I'll drop the charges I promise." I pant and watch as she twists the knife in her hand, looking at it.

"You think we're in a movie and I'm just gonna believe everything that you say?" She says emotionlessly, letting out a cold laughter.

"What did your boyfriend do when I asked him to ask you to drop the charges while you were still in hospital? He ignored me. Just like you ignored me when I asked you to help my innocent, mentally ill daughter out of jail to where she can get the help she needs. That's what you people did Amara. You IGNORED me. And now...Now you want me to listen to you? Now want me to feel sorry for you?"

"Daisy I... I didn't know that you asked that from Justin while I was still in hospital. I swear if he had told me, I would've dropped the charges I swear."

Daisy laughs and I try secretly looking for something close by to use as a weapon against her.

"What difference does it make between then and now huh? You still refused." She counters.

"I swear if Justin told me, I would've dropped the charges." I cry, hoping that Justin walks in anytime from now. He's always come at the right time to save me when something bad was happening. Will he come at the right time to save me now?

Or did what he said before leaving emphasise the odds to create a fate close to his words?

"Well then I guess Justin Hazard is the reason why you're dead." I scream in horror when I see her running towards me.

I try running backwards, desperate to get as far away from her but it's too late. I then feel a metal blade piercing my chest.

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[Justin's P.O.V]

A scream.

A cry.

A yell for help.

Feeling entirely helpless in the moment.

Feeling like your soul is being ripped out and you are alive enough to feel it. It's a different kind of feeling. It seems like it's all a bad dream, like I'm gonna wake up soon and be thankful for the people I have around me and treat them better than I did before.

Life is given to everyone, but why aren't precious souls strong enough to hold on to it for longer?

Life is unfair to people that want to do good in the world, people that want to make a change.

Life is unfair to the kind and loving people that care about others. People who are willing to forgive, people that make other people's lives better by just existing. And for that, I'm angry at the world. I'm angry at the universe for taking what was close to me, what gave me life.

The reason I breathed each day, the reason I carried on and told myself that I will be alright. That I will be okay. That I will continue to improve in my life because I had this person next to me that would always push me and keep on pushing me to become better. To become a better fucking person.

I had her next to me to keep me from drowning in my own pool of ephemeral sadness and pull me into eternal bliss.

But that's all taken away so brutally. That's ripped away from me like I never even had it. And suddenly, I'm pulled back into the ephemeral pool of sadness that's turned eternal.

It makes me so angry. It gets me so angry and upset and hurt because I fought with her. I told her the stupidest thing that came to mind to momentarily make her feel the same pain I was feeling, not knowing that soon she...

Not knowing that the world was testing me...Had I stayed, none of this would've happened. It wasn't an inevitable event. It just found a perfect opportunity to occur.

Now I want her back to me, I need her to be with me again. I will never leave this rooftop without having her back to me.

Sitting right here, on a rooftop, in the middle of the night, is a sick way of consoling myself.

I keep telling myself that the further I am from the ground, the closer I am to heaven, meaning the closer I am to her.

I forever love you, Amara Hart.

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