{Josh POV}
I was driving home from Ava's after our fight when I decided that I needed her. I rang her phone several times but she kept declining. I rang it again and it rang all the way through. I rang it a few more times and they all rang through. I know Ava and she is really impatient so I know she would just decline. I got this sickening feeling in my stomach and turn the car around. It was still a twenty minute drive back to hers so I sped back as fast as I could.
I reach her front door and burst in
"Ava!" I yell into the emptied house. She couldn't of left anywhere because her car is still here and I know her well enough to know that she hates walking. I run upstairs and open the door to her bedroom. It's empty apart from a movie that was playing faintly in the background. I run across the hall and go to open the bathroom door, only to find that it's locked. My heart drops to the pit of my stomach and I bash against the door.
"Ava! Ava! Open the door!" I yell. I listen carefully for a reply. Nothing. I bash harder against the door and begin to kick it with all I've got. After about five minutes, the handle of the door breaks off and I am able to swing open the door. I see an image that breaks me. Ava lying on the floor, unconscious. I look to my right and see an empty pill bottle. I drop to the floor and shake her. I yell at her to wake up. This has to be a dream. It can't be real. I'm crying and having an anxiety attack. I call 911 and tell them her address and what I assumed has happened. I hang up and try to resuscitate her. I stick my fingers down her throat and try to get her to vomit up the pills but I give up and hold her tight to my chest. I tell her that I love her and I always have. I tell her that I made a mistake and that she means everything to me. With my back against the wall and Ava's limp body in my hands, I begin to sing Holding on to you. The song that made me fall in love with her. The song that saved us, praying that it will save us one last time.

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never enough → josh william dun
Teen FictionI knew that I was never good enough for him. I knew he lied all the times he told me that I was enough for him.