{author's note: hello hello! I hope you're liking the sequel so far!  And this cute picture i edited lol . There's gonna be a lot of surprises and twists later on! GET READY AND BUCKLE YOUR SEAT BELT. I actually think so much is gonna happen there might be a part three...}

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Did Alice really have to do that? Was this some type of closure for her? Because for Roy, it wasn't. It was not at all.

He debated on whether or not to tell MacKenzie that Alice had stopped by. He didn't know if they still talked or how their relationship was, or if she'd be angry at him for some reason.

He did the only thing he thought of in moments like this.

"You'll be connected in a minute."

In fact he rang Dade's number several times before giving up. Each time there was no answer.

Why was he calling Dade? He was still mourning the death of his sister. And so was Roy. Of course.

He didn't know when he'd move on.

After failing at reaching his best friend he called the other place.

Nothing.

It was almost like Whit knew his brother was calling.

He hung up the phone in defeat. He felt ridiculous, then again he always seemed to feel ridiculous. He wanted to rip his hair out. He wanted to do a lot of things.

MacKenzie still wouldn't be back till way later that night. Roy had all day for his thoughts to wander. His favorite pastime.

He did hate it when MacKenzie left him alone all day. He pondered whether if this is what it felt like to be someone's pet waiting for their owner to get home. He thought about it. He was MacKenzie's pet. Even William called him a dog that day he got punched in the nose.

He went outside and then went inside. He went outside and then inside again. He sat in the living room looking at the clock. He looked out MacKenzie's curtainless window. He looked at her drawing of the Girabbit. He put his head in his hands.

Roy really wondered if he wasn't welcome in his family's home or if Whit said it in the heat of the moment. He'd believe it. He'd believe both scenarios.

Alice never loved him, he knew that. As much as he wanted to believe it. Maybe she thought she once loved him, he didn't know.

He thought about the day of the accident every day. And she saw everything. He woke up thinking about it. He fell asleep thinking about it. Every time he transferred into his wheelchair he thought about it. Every time he looked at his legs he thought about it. Every time he looked in the mirror he thought about it.

He thought about it.

And he wasn't going to forget.

Dammit, Alice. No, damn me for being so foolish.

It was a few days after he proposed to her. He had gotten on his knees with a garnet ring and poured his goddamn heart out on the boardwalk. She looked at the ring, started crying, said no, and left.

And that next day at the studio Sinclair got on his knees with an emerald ring and knew all the right things to say. She looked at the ring, started crying, said yes, and looked at Roy. And everyone was so happy.

He'd been bugging Upton on letting him do some of the stuntwork in that picture for weeks. He just kind of hung around the set with Alice running errands and holding things until Sinclair exclaimed there was no way he was jumping off a bridge onto a horse. He loved his job, but not that much.

Upton decided it was too risky anyway when Roy volunteered and was hesitant to let him be Sinclair's double because they looked nothing alike.

But Roy assured him it was nothing editing couldn't fix and he was sure his big stunt would turn out perfect.

But the stagehands said it was downright suicidal.

Those words stuck in Roy's mind. He did wonder. He knew it was downright suicidal.

Who's idea was it anyway?

But this was his chance to win Alice back. If she could just see him. Y'know, how badass he was. That the leading man was too much of a pussy to do his own stunts and Roy did it instead. Then maybe, maybe she'd change her mind. That was his mindset. It was all going to go so smoothly.

Maybe he lost his footing. Maybe he tripped. Maybe he judged the position of the horse wrong.

Maybe he knew it would go wrong.

Downright suicidal.

Because of course, if he landed just a certain way, the fall would absolutely kill him. Or he'd drown.

He would die.

What were the chances? What were the chances of it going right or going wrong?

It was an accident. Yes, it was an accident. But Roy knew Alice never loved him. And he loved her. And his career was going nowhere. And he didn't want to go home.

And he knew if he landed wrong the fall would absolutely kill him.

And a part of him didn't think it mattered either way.

He tried to push these intrusive thoughts to the back of his mind. He had a lot of reflections, a lot of regrets. Roy's life was chock full of regrets. And wishes.

He studied his face in the mirror. He was almost 27. What a place to be in at this age. He sure never would have believed it when he first moved to Los Angeles.

If anyone had told him what his life would be like now, he would've laughed and called them liars. Only he lied mostly to himself now. Just like Alice lied about loving him. And he lied about not loving Dahlia.

But he thought it was funny. It was amusing how things turned out.

He ruined his life for Alice, and now he was in love with her sister.