3rd Person POV

Reason and Love were having a heated argument inside of Ryan's head. He was debating whether or not to burn the gun Anthony got.

(Bold is Reason, Underlined is Love)

"If he thinks he can't trust Anthony not to try to kill himself again, he should get rid of it!"

"But love is partially about trust! He has to trust Anthony!"

"But what sense does it make to have a gun around anyways?!"

"They could use it to protect each other! I don't know why you think Anthony still wants to kill himself! He knows he would break Ryan's heart!"

"I know what I'm doing, Love. They'll both be safer this way, and-"

"YOU ACT LIKE I'M SOME DUMB LITTLE KID WHO DOESN'T KNOW RIGHT FROM WRONG! OF COURSE THEY'LL BE SAFER! BUT DID YOU EVER THINK ABOUT HOW ANTHONY WOULD FEEL ABOUT HIS OWN HUSBAND NOT TRUSTING HIM ENOUGH TO NOT KILL HIMSELF?!"

Love started to break down crying. Reason stood back. 

"L-love... I'm sorry..."

Reason knelt down in front of Love and wiped the tears from her face. 

"I didn't think I treated you like this... but... you said part of loving was trusting?"

Love nodded shyly.

"Yeah... why?"

"So trust me to do this. Please..."

Reason looked into Love's eyes pleadingly. Love smiled and kissed Reason passionately. He blushed heavily. 

"I love you, Reason."

"I love you too."

Ryan's headache subsided. He got up out of bed and took the gun from the floor. He looked at the clock. 3:42 AM. He walked outside. He lit a match and said quietly, "This is for you, Anthony." He watched as the flames danced around the weapon. (idk if that actually works but whatever any of you reading this do, DO NOT kill yourselves)

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sorry for the short chapter

but now I ship Reason and Love