THE PAST.
OSCAR'S POV.
Fuck this, she doesn't just get to decide this, with her ring still in my hand, I chase after her and the weather seems to match my mood because the sky has darkened and it's raining.
“Reagan stop!” I growl at her and this us the first time that I've raised my voice at her and the shock stops her in her tracks and she turns around to face me. It's clear that's she's crying and it's not just the rain that's on her face.
“Why are you doing this, everything was going fine and we had a plan.” I tell her as I walk to her and we're both soaked in the rain but go be honest, I can barely feel the cold.
“It's never going to work Oscar.” She says.
“Stop saying that, you don't know that.” I tell her.
“Yes I do, the only way we can be together is if I kill my fathe
