| Harley |As Brixton lies on top of me, motionless as can be, I can feel blood dripping from his wound and dripping all over my stomach.As the fire crackles and the wind blows, the obnoxious smell of burning flesh permeates the air around us. The smell makes its way right up to my nostrils, making me gag uncontrollably.They're gone. It's almost over… Almost over. I remind myself. Knowing that Stacks still has to be dealt with, seeing how he's the one who's at fault for this whole mess to begin with. I gently shake Brixton's shoulders to get him to move his heavy body off of me, needing to get my back off of the cold ground and the sharp, uncomfortable stick that's poking into my spine. But he doesn't respond. He remains motionless on top of me."Brixton?"Nothing.To find his pulse, I hastily press my fingers to the side of his neck. I eventually locate one, but he is barely hanging on.No, no, no, no, no!Adrenaline surges through me like a lightning bolt striking in the sky, and

| Harley |I haven't been able to go into Brixton's apartment without him being here, even though yesterday I went inside and cleaned the shit out of it and everything. Instead, I've been sitting in the hallway with my back pressed against the wall right beside his front door. The same hall I was standing in when I got the call from the detective about Alec and Hudson being murdered.I can't believe it was Scotty all along.Taking a deep breath to try and calm my nerves and get my hands to stop shaking, I focus on Brixton to try and lighten the mood, even though he's still not awake. My eyes travel down the hall toward my old apartment, but I can't bring myself to go in there either. Without Brixton here with me, nothing feels the same as it did. The one friend I did have, betrayed me in the worst way possible. I sigh and hang my head, allowing myself to wallow in the pity that washes over my body as I rock back and forth like a frightened child.I need to go do something, but what i

| Brixton |"I forgive you, Brixton, for all of it. For the stalking, the secrets, the lying—all of it."When we make it back to the big tree, I wrap my little bird in my arms and push her back against the huge trunk, relieved to hear her say those simple little words."Fuck, little bird. You have no idea how much I needed to hear you say that. I'm so fucking sorry for everything that I did to you. I know what I did was stupid and that I shouldn't have done it, and I promise I'll never do anything like that again.""Oh, Brixton, I know you won't."She giggles and licks her lips instinctively; my hungry eyes dart right to them, following the seductive movements of the tip of her tongue."And I accept your apology. I'm sorry, too, for breaking up with you. I regret it all, and I wish I never did it. I want to be your girlfriend again, Brixton. Will you take me back?"I crash my mouth down on hers without giving her an answer, needing to feel her lips on mine so I know this is real befor