Die for You

Rose's POV:

The wind whipped my hair around my tear-stained face, stinging the delicate flesh with its nasty bite. In my hand, I tightly gripped the pregnancy test, waiting patiently for it to give results. Dizziness clouded my thoughts, the far-away ground almost compelling me to take one step forward, to not even bother waiting and just decide for myself, to let go of life. To fall to my death.

But I made a silent promise to myself before I actually took the test. If it was negative, I would succumb to my inner demons and jump from the roof of my hotel, and plummet to my death. However, if it happened to be positive, then I would stay, I would live. I could kill myself if it were only me, but I would not die a murderer, a killer of a tiny baby who relied on me even before it was alive. A baby who was equally half me as well as half Andy, the greatest man on the planet.

I wonder if he was thinking about me, right now, right this second. I wonder if he considered that my life might be hanging on the line, if in one minute, I could just cease to exist, I could just obliterate from the world. I wonder if he ever wondered about me.

He said he loved me, and I said the same. It was the truth, but I knew, deep inside that he would never want a baby, at least not right now in his life, with his career finally beginning. I couldn't and wouldn't do that to him, especially since over time he would probably develop a hatred to me. Which would hurt more than any physical pain.

I glanced down at the oblivious people below, walking about their daily lives, happy perhaps. But then I caught sight of him. And how could I ever miss him? His raven black hair was unmistakable, a sharp contrast against his stark, pale skin. And his height, even from up here, I could easily tell how greatly he differed from everyone else around him. His clothing was darker, tighter, sexier, and he just breathed the air of 'I don't give a shit about what you think of me.'

But what was he song here? Wanting to see me? Even though we were closer than he could imagine. Maybe if he glanced up, I could end this all, falling towards my impending death gazing at his horrified baby blue eyes. Or maybe I could step down from the ledge, his comforting presence calming me enough to face this probable new reality.

And then he did look up, and our gazes locked. His eyes widened, and he shouted up at me, gaining the attention of many passerby's, all who glanced up and stopped, their eyes glued to my dorm. I saw Andy take off into the hotel, and then my mental clock reached two minutes exactly.

I took a deep breath and glanced at the very object controlling my life.

Notes

poor Rosie! The girl has not caught a break!! And I wonder what Andy's thinking?

So think she's with child? Since if she isn't, then she's a goner, literally

Why must i put so much suspense! Like seriously, I think you guys should hate me for this, ugh
I'm crazy today ;)

p.s I don't love Taylor Swift, but the song lyrics fit