Oli's POV

I'd been watching her for months. I'd watch her laugh. I'd watch her smile. But most often I'd watch her cry. I wanted to help her. I wanted to stop her from dying. I really did. But it was inevitable. She was the next one i would have to collect. And i really couldn't bare to do it.

She'd drugged herself and I had watched her do it. I watched her father walk past her bedroom and notice the note she had left there just minutes before. The panic in his eyes as he slammed her door down to get to her. He called for his wife, telling her to call an ambulance. And i watched the way her head lolled against him, like a decaying willow. I wasn't going to take her. I just couldn't.

I looked down. Rain was lying in my arms weakly, staring directly into my eyes. She shivered, and I laid her down on the grass and stroked her hair. It was so soft. She had so much to live for. I slid her top over her head and pulled her jeans over her to keep her warm. She gave me a weak expression that she was scarred of me. I wrapped her warmly in her hoodie and blankets before lifting her up to carry her to my home. I wasn't going to let her die.

She had fallen asleep and i continually glanced down to check she was still breathing. I had never had feelings for a human before. I had watched hundreds of people die, and yet this was the first death that i could not bare to witness. She was so beautiful and young. And something drew me to her.

I fiddled the keys around in my one hand and opened the front door, wide enough so i could carry Rain through. I slowly walked up the stairs, as not to wake her, and laid her on my bed, closing the curtains and shutting the door behind me.

What the hell was i doing? I wasn't going to get away with this. I was supposed to trigger her death, not save her life. And they will find me for it. And they will show no mercy to me. They are probably searching for me right now. And that was when i changed my mind. 'Its not too late' i thought.

I placed my hand back on the handle of the door. I hesitated. Could i even do this? I shook my head. Yes. Yes I can do this. I slowly opened the door and peered over the bed. She was still asleep. My eyes started to fill with angry tears. This was all her fault. She deserved death. It was what she wanted.

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