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Will traynors pov
What have I done? I have destroyed Louisa's life. I need to stop this. I need to... I need to live. For her. For Louisa.

Louisa clark's PoV

After a few weeks I fly off to where he is going to die. Personally I don't want to, I don't want to see the man I love die right in front of my eyes. In fact the Traynors would be better off without me being there. Did I make a mistake agreeing to go. My own mother will probably hate me for life now , Treena is trying to help me by texting me 'reassuring' messages, which aren't helping, and Patrick- well he can go do one the two faced... Why would he do that to me AND the Traynors.

Hours pass until I finally land. As I'm in the taxi on the way to dignitas I'm playing through my head of what I'm going to say to him: you pig! (No that's to harsh) ; oh Will (ugh to soft)- Nothing I will say nothing, I will patiently wait for him to apologise first and- I'm there. A tiny shard of me believes he won't do this, that he will change his mind at the last minute ( as if he would) but I love him of course I would think that you stupid, stupid girl for even getting in this mess at the first place and how I-
"Louisa- oh finally your here!" For once Mrs. traynor drags me into a hug. Really? This is the time for a bloody hug?
" You will never guess what!" Mr. Traynor shakes my hand. Wow. Such depressing atmosphere.
" Will has all of a sudden turned into some kind of Jesus and lives. Oh what a happy ending." I suggest. Am I really the only one whose blind to see what's happening. As soon as I said what I said Mrs.Traynor turns to her normal hard-faced look at me and Mr. Traynor looks a little hurt by what I had just remarked.
"Sorry I'm just nervous." Looking at the floor. One of them I couldn't be bothered to look who, took my arm and practically dragged me through
"He's in there" Mrs. Traynor pointed at the door and looked at me as if I was the most stupid person in the entire world. Honestly, I really may as well not be here.

Surprisingly when I enter I don't see a quadriplegic man in a bed looking depressed, knowing that he is actually about to die and that in his eyes he's doing it for a good cause; but a Will, my Will sitting in a comfy-looking armchair, staring at the beautiful View outside. A small smile creeps up his face. Seriously there is something wrong with the atmosphere like a I'm-so-happy-like-a-smurf-that-it-now-looks-creepy kind of way.