Cerelia's POV:

Blood was coming from his mouth and his skin turned into a lighter shade of purple. He looked at me with fear in his eyes. All of us were prepared to die, but no one was ok with it. I was not ready to leave this world behind, neither was he. My chest started to feel heavier, and a shiver went through my whole body. People started calling for help and panicking. Especially his mother. Blake looked at me with watery eyes. His eyes were sad and lifeless. He looked at his best friend laying on the cold floor. I didn't know Alec for a long time, yet I was sure that he was always there for Blake.

"It should have been... you," Blake said with no feeling of regret. He was mad at me and I don't blame him. I mean if he wants to he can be mad at the whole world, but I won't let him say such things.

"It should have been me? Are you fucking kidding me? I get it, you're mad and all, but you've gone too far with this sentence. It's not my fucking fault that some dude shot him!"

"Ah come on! If you would've just stayed at your daddy's house, where you belong, this would've never happened! This is all your fucking fault Cerelia!"

"My fault? My fault! You know what, I don't care. I don't give a fuck, you are the asshole everyone said you were. Go to your hoes or whatever I don't care. Fuck you, Barclay!"

"Can't you just admit it? You were desperately seeking my attention. Don't you get it? We were never a thing, you are just a psychotic hoe! And yes I will go to my hoes, at least they're not killing the people that mean something to me."

"What the hell were we? Tell me we weren't just friends. This doesn't make much sense, no. But I'm not hurt, I'm tense. 'Cause I'll be fine without you, babe."

I was sure that he was cruel and an asshole, but I still had a bit of hope. However, the hope is gone now. When he said that he liked me I was careful. Players are everywhere, you just need to keep an eye out for them. This time that eye was blinded by false promises and fake words. I promised myself my heart would stay locked till the day I'm dead and the key would be somewhere far away. Yet I took all the risks and went all the way to find it and give it to the devil. Getting over him is the only solution. It may sound hard, but we barely know each other for eight months. Every good thing comes to an end.

Alec still had a pulse and he was slightly breathing. His soul still didn't leave his body. He tried to convince everyone that he'll be fine, but I could see that he couldn't even believe what he said. When we were alone a few times, he was always talking about the beautiful things the world has to offer and how he is grateful for being able to experience them. A family. He wanted a family and two kids. A slight smile appeared on my face as I was having those flashbacks. His daughter would be treated like a princess and his son like a prince. Every conversation with him made my day. He could also be a douche and annoying to the people he doesn't like. I mean he's in the mafia, he needs to. I didn't even notice that tears were coming down my face. It may sound cliché, but it's true, he's a pure soul. My opinion about Blake is awful now, but it doesn't matter. I hope that Alec won't die because I genuinely know that he would fall into a deep hole of depression.

My biggest problem now is that I don't have a safe place to go to. My old house where my dad is is not an option. The mansion where I live now is also mine, but Blake's there. No, if there's one thing I know it's that I can't give him what he wants. If someone is going to move out of the house, it'll be him.

I took my bag and rushed to my car. As far as I know, Blake will start destroying everything he sees. He told me a few times, that he doesn't drink alcohol, but who knows. Liars rarely tell the truth. Going there would probably be a bad idea, but letting him win would be worse. I was raised that losing was never an option.

The lights in the house were turned off and the front door was open. I parked next to Blake's car because that was the only free spot. The wind outside was cold and turned my hair into a mess. I turned into a character from the walking dead. When I walked through the door, a bunch of random things was covering the floor. The feeling of sadness filled my body. My room was upstairs next to his room. I tried to be as quiet as possible when I walked towards my door. The little bit of energy that was left in me, couldn't be wasted on another useless fight with him. But it was harder to not walk into his room than I thought. The door was slightly opened and there was a big hole in the wall next to it. I peeked into the room and saw him sitting on the corner of his bed looking at something. It was a picture on his phone. His back was turned to me so I could see what's on the screen. It was a picture that I forced him to take with me when we were eating ice cream at 3 am. My heart dropped for a second. Why would he be looking at a picture of us? It makes no sense. He is probably laughing at it, because of how dumb I was. I looked around and saw that his clothes were laying on the black carpet. The mirror in front of him was broken and slightly hanging off the wall. And he was just scrolling through his gallery staring at the pictures that he secretly took of me. I flinched when he turned off his phone and threw it onto the wall. My brain was telling me to go to my room before he looks at me, but my heart forced me to stay there and wait.

He turned around and looked me straight in the eyes. His brown hair was wet and slightly shimmering, he was so angry that his veins were exploding. His shirt was hanging on a chair. The tattoos on his toned body were making him look even better. Now his eyes were red and swollen, showing that he was crying. Blake looked me up and down before he raised his eyebrows trying to ask what I'm doing.

"I was just walking to my room. Your door was open. I guess I shouldn't have done that. My bad." I grabbed the door handle to close his door and leave him alone.

"Fuck!" I heard him saying under his breath, with his fingers in his hair.

I finally walked into my room and jumped onto my bed. Sleeping was my favorite thing to do. There's nothing better than that. Actually, there is. Reading. Two forms of escaping reality. But before I even got the chance to close my eyes, something in the corner of my room caught my eye.

Thank you so much for reading this chapter! I know it's not that long, but I tried my best. Also sorry for being inactive I was just really busy.