I stared at her. She was finally mine.

I think...I'm in love with her.

I kissed her lightly on her forehead and she smiled up at me. She was so small, I towered over her. I must look intimidating to her.

I stared down into her bright green eyes as she stared up into my blue eyes. I wanted to just tell her how much I felt for her. She was everything to me.

She was so brave and so inspiring and she didn't even know it. She knew the consequences of being a rebel yet she chose that path. She chose to spit in the face of death and choose a path that would leave a legacy of bravery. She was a little fighter.

There were four dark red marks from the drug. The drug that made your brain do what the government's computer told you to. Andy had been told of the horrifying images of everything thing you love dying, and the indescribable pain that filled your head. There was no cure except hope to find one.

I would kill Dr. Good. I'd kill him myself; a slow painful death.

I'd love to be in a room alone with him. The thoughts of all the sick, torturous ways to murder him plagued me in my sleep and brought a smile to my face.

But no, I would kill him swiftly. I'm not the type to make a person suffer, no matter how much I'd enjoy it.

I kissed Grace's cheek softly and stood up. I needed to be alone.

"Goodnight Grace," I smiled as I brushed her cheek with my hand and she smiled back at me. I then began the long walk out of the club, desperate to get away from the noise.

When I finally reached the door I opened it and practically ran to a corner of the mall. I took out a cigarette and lit it.

I stood there, smoking for a couple of minutes, clearing my mind.

"Thought I'd find you here," said a tired sounding voice.

"Well hello there Jinxx," I said, smiling.
"So. You and Grace?"
"I guess," I replied as I threw away the cigarette.

Jinxx seemed lost in thought in thought for a moment. Then he looked straight at me.

"You know, are you sure it's smart to be in a relationship now, with all the fighting? Seems like you're taking a chance." Jinxx said, seriously.
"You seem to have no problem being with Sammi, even though there is the possibility...well..." I said, not wanting to say death.
"Sammi and I are different. We were together even before this mess I can't leave her, however you still have the chance to be smart and let go of Grace."

"Well it's the dumb decisions that are the best," I smiled jokingly.

Jinxx shrugged. "But what about her feelings Andy? What if you died? Would she still be as strong or would she break?"

I pondered these things in my head for a moment. She was so little, so young. Could her mind take losing me. When I thought about it, it seemed so selfish, but I knew if she died I wouldn't be able to handle it. Would she be able to move on? Because I knew I wouldn't be able to.

"I don't know Jinxx I have to think," I said, now so lost that I couldn't focus.

"Get some sleep. And don't get too worked up on it, she really seems to be the one for you," Jinxx grinned.

"Goodnight Jinxx," I said as I made my way to the elevator.

I loved her, but what If one of us DID die? Would we be strong enough to move on?

I knew my answer. And if she was anything like me, than I know the right decision to make.

It's just not the most pleasant decision, but we'd pull through. You can't afford to love when the love could shatter you in an instant.

How was I going to face her though?

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