💔 Shayla: “I Don’t Wanna Live Anymore!” — Piarry Fights to Save Her
💔 Shayla: “I Don’t Wanna Live Anymore!” — Piarry Fights to Save Her
Chapter Title: “The Edge of Everything”
The rain hit the city like it knew pain. Cold, relentless, uninvited. It mirrored what Shayla felt inside — empty, soaked in silence, and surrounded by noise that didn’t matter anymore.
She sat on the edge of her apartment balcony — 14 floors up. Legs dangling over the city.
Phone in hand.
Tears in her throat.
And a heart that felt like it had finally snapped into pieces too sharp to hold.
She whispered to herself.
“I gave everything… and still ended up alone.”
The betrayal. The secrets. Anthony leaving her for Amber. The lies. The embarrassment. The way people looked at her now like she was just the “girl who lost it all.”
Her world collapsed in slow motion — and she couldn’t breathe under the weight of what used to be her future.
Suddenly, her phone vibrated.
1 Missed Call — Piarry ❤️
Then again.
And again.
And again.
11 missed calls. 3 new voicemails. 17 texts.
But Shayla didn’t move. Her fingers trembled as she opened the most recent text from Piarry:
“Shayla PLEASE. Whatever you’re thinking, STOP. I’m on my way. Don’t do this. Don’t let them win. I LOVE YOU.”
She dropped the phone.
That’s when she heard it — footsteps racing up the hallway. A key in the lock. A voice screaming her name.
“SHAYLA!! DON’T MOVE! PLEASE!!”
Piarry burst into the apartment like his soul depended on it. He didn’t even close the door — he ran straight toward the balcony, his voice cracking:
“Shayla, look at me. Just LOOK at me.”
She didn’t turn. The wind blew her hair forward, the rain soaking her sweatshirt. Her eyes were swollen and empty.
“I’m tired, Piarry…” she whispered. “I’m tired of fighting for people who throw me away.”
He stepped closer, but carefully — not wanting to spook her. His chest rose and fell like he’d just outrun death.
“You don’t have to fight alone. I’ll fight for you. With you. Every damn day if I have to.”
She blinked, but didn’t speak.
“I lost my sister to this,” Piarry said, his voice breaking. “And I promised I’d never let someone I love feel this way without reminding them how much they matter.”
Shayla’s breath hitched. She finally turned.
“What if I don’t know how to come back from this?”
He stepped closer. Hands open. Voice soft.
“Then let me show you how. One day at a time. You don’t have to be okay today… You just have to let me hold your hand while we figure it out.”
And with that… she cried.
Really cried.
The kind of cry that lets the poison out.
The kind of cry that says “help me” without words.
Piarry rushed forward, wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her back onto the balcony floor. They both sank to their knees in the rain. Soaked, shaking, shattered — but still alive.
One hour later…
Shayla sat wrapped in a blanket, her head on Piarry’s shoulder. The ambulance lights faded in the background, and a therapist had already been called.
She was far from okay…
But she was still here.
And sometimes, that’s the bravest thing a broken heart can do
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