When There Is Nothing Left But Love (Ashton And Scarlett)

He picked up the bottle of sulfuric acid, slowly swivelling his head to face me. An eyebrow raised, he asked in an annoyed tone, “Want me to do it for you?”

My face scrunched up out of fear, instinctively taking a step back and increasing the distance between us. “Jared, listen. There’s still a way out for you if you stop now.”

His lips pulled back in an ugly sneer. “Scared, Scarlett?”

No sh*t, Sherlock. Anyone would be.

He took slow, lazy steps towards me, and I unconsciously kept backing away from him. “Jared, you can’t bring back people from the dead, but you can still treasure the living while they’re still alive,” I tried to convince him.

He merely jeered at me, refusing to listen to anything I said as he twisted open the bottle cap.

Waving the bottle in the air menacingly, he went on to say, “You look so much like Naomi right now. She was this scared and vulnerable when she died, too. I remember thinking: she must have wanted to continue living, but she couldn’t find a good reason to do so anymore. Why couldn’t I have been her reason? Why couldn’t she have continued living for me?”

I felt my back hit a wall. I’m cornered.

Delighted by my new predicament, a wide grin spread across his face as he splashed the contents of the bottle in my direction.

I reflexively reached up and tried to cover my face with my hands, but only managed to block some of the liquid.

eye, I was aggressively pulled into someone’s embrace at the exact moment that I heard the blood-curdling sound

into my ear in pain as a group

that it was Ashton.

drained from Jared’s face as he stared at Ashton, dumbfounded while

mouth to speak, but

his knees in front of me. There was a constant ringing in my brain as I stood there blankly, watching someone else carry Ashton

they moved around me. It was only then that my brain finally registered that my face hurt slightly, and I

cornea isn’t damaged, so you don’t have to worry about blindness,” a doctor told

that my face and right eye hadn’t managed

any pain at all in the beginning? Maybe it all happened too fast that my brain wasn’t

with my IV injection. After pressing lightly all over my hand and not finding any prominent veins, she glanced up at

inspected the back of my hand and then picked up the needle, setting it upon a certain spot

to watch her actually push the needle

done,” the nurse helpfully supplied

relaxing. The spot on the back

ask, “Did you accidentally pick the wrong

drip bag was indeed starting

a double take. When she