3:18 PM

2 days after returning to America

Everything in the small asylum cell was white. The walls, the bed, the sheets, the blinds.

Sophie sat up straight, at the edge of her small white bed with her legs out stretched and tapping her bare feet together in a steady rhythm. Her thin lips were chapped and she had dark circles under her ice blue eyes.

Directly across from her was a small camera, with a blinking red light that was used to monitor her behavior.

Sophie avoided 'eye contact' with it at all times. Instead she would look at her feet.

She was mumbling the phrase, "I'll never let anything come between us ever again." Over and over again, rarely stopping, except when she went to sleep.

Meanwhile Paxton was standing outside a one-way glass window staring at Sophie and having a conversation Sophie's psychiatrist about why exactly she was in the sanitarium to begin with.

"Why is she like this?" The doctor asked Paxton while looking at Sophie.

"She fucking tried to kill me. Isn't that a good enough answer?" Paxton replied.

He nodded, then returned his gaze to Sophie, writing a few things on his clip board in the process. Paxton looked over at Sophie and frowned.

"She can't see me, right?" Paxton inquired.

"No."

Paxton looked back over at Sophie who was still repeating that phrase.

Sophie could see the faint silhouette of Paxton through the glass and reached her small hands out toward him, wanting to touch him once again, but the corded restrains around her wrists kept her from reaching out further.

Pax had nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw the red head reach out and walked away.

Sophie, realizing he was gone turned to her side and curled her legs up to her chest, beginning to repeat that one phrase. The last, affectionate thing that Paxton had said to her...

The End...

IMPORTANT A/N: Okay, so I'm heavily debating writing a sequel to this fic so I need your opinion. Should I? Or should I move on to another fandom and try my luck there?

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