“Sweetheart, why did you do that?”

Logan Solder, your perfect boyfriend, holds a pale hand to his bleeding head. Blood stains his blond hair and trickles down his arm. The gun clutched in your hand falls to the floor as you are again met with the despair-inducing fact that your boyfriend cannot die, no matter how hard you try.

It’s not that you don’t love him, you really do. His perfect light brown eyes and blond hair..his athletic abilities and amazing grades. He chose you out of everyone. You, a boy, out of all of the girls he could’ve liked.

You just had to do it. Everything he’d caused you, everything you had to put up with. All of the shit those girls gave you..all of the vandalizing those boys had done to your locker. It drives you mad.

And every time he comes back. Every time you continue to date him. There’s no escape from his love..no escape from their torture, no escape at all. The rooftop..the gun..him and you. Again.