Reason (Part 7)

TW // Self-harm.

Travis' P.O.V.

"Good afternoon, Ma'am, Sir," I offered them paper bags that have gifts inside.

"You must be Travis? Heard a lot from you." Briana's Mom offered a hand, and I accepted it politely.

"I'm Travis, Ma'am, Sir..." They gave me a warm smile. Briana's Dad also offered a hand.

"I'm her boyfriend," I said politely as I bowed my head in front of them.

"Nice to meet you, Hijo..." His Dad smiled at me. Her Mom went beside me and held my hands gently.

"Do you love her, Hijo?" She smiled sweetly and looked at me straight in the eyes.

"I do love her, Ma'am..."

We heard a noise that made us all shocked.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." My voice broke as I slowly went to her. She... she was full of blood.

"Travis..." With her hands shaking, the blade she was holding unconsciously fell. With her eyes full of tears, she still managed to smile at me. She... she gave me a warm smile.

"Shh, I'm here, baby... stop crying... I'm here..."

My tears fell.