When There Is Nothing Left But Love

He picked up the bottle of sulfuric acid, slowly swivelling his head to face me. An eyebrow raised, he asked in an annoyed tone, “Want me to do it for you?”

My face scrunched up out of fear, instinctively taking a step back and increasing the distance between us. “Jared, listen. There’s still a way out for you if you stop now.”

His lips pulled back in an ugly sneer. “Scared, Scarlett?”

No sh*t, Sherlock. Anyone would be.

He took slow, lazy steps towards me, and I unconsciously kept backing away from him. “Jared, you can’t bring back people from the dead, but you can still treasure the living while they’re still alive,” I tried to convince him.

He merely jeered at me, refusing to listen to anything I said as he twisted open the bottle cap.

Waving the bottle in the air menacingly, he went on to say, “You look so much like Naomi right now. She was this scared and vulnerable when she died, too. I remember thinking: she must have wanted to continue living, but she couldn’t find a good reason to do so anymore. Why couldn’t I have been her reason? Why couldn’t she have continued living for me?”

I felt my back hit a wall. I’m cornered.

Delighted by my new predicament, a wide grin spread across his face as he splashed the contents of the bottle in my direction.

I reflexively reached up and tried to cover my face with my hands, but only managed to block some of the liquid.

the exact moment that I heard the blood-curdling sound of something dissolving, as well as caught a whiff of the rancid

in pain as a group of people

I realized that it was Ashton. He’d

drained from

my mouth to speak, but

instantly fell to his knees in front of me. There was a constant ringing in

they moved around me. It was only then that my brain finally registered that my face hurt slightly, and I realized that

right eye is hurt, but the cornea isn’t damaged, so you don’t have to

for a while. I now knew that my

beginning? Maybe it all happened too

IV injection. After pressing lightly all over my hand and not finding any prominent veins, she glanced up at me. “Please

inspected the back of my hand and

watch her actually push the needle into

helpfully

my body relaxing. The spot on the back of my left hand where the IV needle had

“Did you accidentally pick the wrong vein? It looks like the wound is

drip

her shoulder at me and did a double take. When she tried to pull out