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"Baby-doll, I believe you. I'm just telling you, this isn't Chelsea. I believe you, I really do. This just isn't her." Brad nodded, standing up straight and holding his hand out to her. "I don't know who this girl is, but I know it's not Chelsea. I've known her since sixth grade, this is definitely not her."

"Hey, babe." Brad said softly, pulling her in to a hug. "Listen, she may have looked similar, but I was talking with Chelsea right before coming to find you. I believe you, that something odd is happening. But we just need to head home right now."

"I know you are… that's why we're gonna head home." Brad told her, scooping her up bridal style. Carrying her, he came up to his car. "I have a feeling tonight is going to be a rough night…" He whispered, petting the top of her head as he set her in the back of the car.

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Brad had changed out of his swim suit, glancing up at her with a slight frown. "Babe… is there anything I can do?" He asked her softly, standing at the end of the bed. "Can I get you anything, or do something?"

"Can I apologize?" Brad asked her softly, sitting down at the end. His face was pained, as he could stand to watch her like this. "Apologize that I wasn't there when you needed me. I didn't try and stop you when you walked away, and I'm sorry."

"But it does." Brad sighed, turning to look at her. "Can you still trust me? Will you trust me trying to protect you?" He asked, scooting closer to her. Once settled, he gently pet up and down her leg.

His teeth were gritted, and his own tears were stinging at his eyes. "I tried so hard, Caroline. I still try. It never matters anyways." Brad whispered, running a hand down his face. "I try my best, but I'm literally the worst boyfriend in the world. I haven't been able to protect you, and yet you always protect me. It hurts to know I haven't done anything to protect you."

"You'd let me do that?" Brad asked her softly, lifting his head to look at her. "You trust me enough, to do that?" He still had a guilty, and worried look painted across his face. He felt awful for everything. He was never given the chance to protect her, and when the offer was put in place, Caroline tended to take it from him.

"Yeah, but I didn't know if you still wanted to be that." Brad mumbled, sighing weakly. "I was just… never mind." He cut himself off, scooting up closer to her so he could hold her.

"I know you do… but I was worried you were upset that I couldn't offer you more." Brad whispered, slipping his arm over her shoulders to hold her close. "I haven't been able to protect you… you've only ever done it to me. Whenever I'm given the chance, someone else takes it from me. I can't protect you from anything, it feels like."

"Don't be… I'm just being stupid." Brad mumbled as he shrugged a bit. He was being brutally honest right now, which hadn't been something he usually did. He was breaking down his walls, trying to let her in. But it was so difficult.

"I love you a lot… and hope you do too." Brad whispered, pulling her closer. "I just want to protect you. So badly."

"What about you?" He asked softly, resting his chin on top of her head. "I literally didn't continue my life when you were dead. Everything fell for weeks. I… I almost tried to kill myself, Caroline." He whispered, holding on to her tighter. "I couldn't do it again."

Brad fell quiet, giving up on trying to argue his point. She wasn't listening anyways. Instead, he buried his face into her shoulder with a weak sigh. "I can't lose you again. Please. Don't put me in that position again."

"I couldn't do it… not again." Brad whispered, tightening his hold on her. "I can't go back. I couldn't…" Tears were stinging at his eyes, as he held on to her tightly. He was so broken, it could be heard in his tone if you couldn't see his face.