As the days go by Francis and Ella start to spend more time together. They aren't techincally dating, but Francis would like to believe they are. On the other hand,  Ella feels as if he is coming on too strong, and mabye he is. 

It's finally Valentines day now and Ty is out drinking while Ella and Francis are at home. Although, Francis had begged and begged Ella to have dinner with him, she kept denying his offer. She didn't want to leave the house. She didn't want to remember this day. 

Because February 14th marks the day of her failed suicide attempt and the death of someone else. 

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"Love," Francis says as he tugs lightly on Ella's red cardigan. 

She snaps at him, "What do you want?" 

Francis, taken aback, stutters on his words, "Uh, want to go the park with me?" 

Ella returns her gaze onto her notepad and pen as she replies in a monotone voice, "No, I hate the park." 

For a second Francis is shocked, but his shock quckly turns into anger as he jumps up off of the couch. Before Ella could reject, Francis grabs her by the hand and yanks her off the couch. 

"Let go of me!" Ella screams as she tries to backup. 

He ignores her and keeps pulling her forward until he reaches the front door. 

"No I'm tired of waiting, you need to face your fears." 

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Ella's hair is tangled in knots and her eyes are red and glassy as Francis forces her to stand on the bridge. Her lips quiver as she tries to breathe, but she can't. 

Even though she is outside and the world is an open field - she feels as if she's trapped in prision cell.

Her hands start to shake as her fingers graze the rails. A small gasp makes its' way out of her chapped lips while she tumbles backwards, afraid of the bridge.

She spins around to face Francis, "Can we go now?" 

His green eyes shine with mischief as he looks down at her.  "No, you need to get over it."

He slowly turns her around and lightly pushes her forward, "Come on, Ella." 

She forces her eyes shut once she nears the edge of the bridge, "Please don't make me." She pleads as a tear falls down her cheek. 

"Ella," Francis says sternly, "It's valentines day. It's the least you could do for me." 

She lets out a shaky breath before opening up her eyes, "Okay." She says softly as she peeks over the edge. 

She suddenly freezes in her spot, unable to believe what she is seeing. 

"Ben?" 

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A/N: I'm going to be honest, I'm not really happy about this chapter but oh well.  I hope you like it :)