• "Doom, no!" I cried, falling to the floor and attaching myself to his leg, trying to hold him back. He wouldn't leave me. He couldn't leave me. I'd fall to pieces.

    "Let go," He said, choking back his own emotions. This time, I don't think the odds are in my favour. He turned, picked me up, and stared into my baby blues with his dark, pleading eyes.

    "Why are you doing this to me?" I whispered, tears surfacing in my eyes, swirling around but not daring to fall. He pulled his snakebitten lips into a shy smile.

    "I'm not doing anything that doesn't need to be done, love," He said quietly, before he took my small frame into his arms, squeezing me gently and with great care. I shuddered at the touch of his cold body to my own.

    "I don't understand, Doom. I love you," I whispered urgently, trapping his lips into a greedy kiss, wanting to keep him as my own. Why was she separating us?

    "No, love, I have to go. Kendra is waiting," He whispered into my ear. I flinched away from his soft touch.

    "So this is how it ends? No explanation as to why? You just leave me high and dry whenever she comes back?" I hissed, now feeling angry. There were no words to express what I felt inside my soul towards that girl.

    She was the one that held his heart so firmly, he didn't dare let anyone come close to loving him. Whenever he started to let me in, even the slightest bit, she would come and drag him even farther away. There was no rhyme or reason to her visits. She just came whenever she needed a new toy to play with. And I was always the one to pick up his complicated pieces and glue them back together. I was always the one to sew up the wound.

    "It's complicated, love. I'm sorry I'm such a p***k. I'm sorry I can't be the one that you need. But Kendra needs me," He whispered silently, placing a soft kiss on my forehead. The threatening tears finally spilled over, cascading down my cheeks and hitting the cold floor.

    The floor that was almost as cold as my heart, now. I could feel my body folding in on itself, turning to stone, and blocking out all emotions towards this beautiful angel that stood in front of me.

    "Why?" I pleaded, brokenly. He shook his head, finally turning away from me, his dark eyes looking out the door, as if searching for an answer that couldn't be found.

    "I love you," He said, choking back a sob, as he hugged me tightly against himself one final time, and then leaving.

    "I love you too," I whispered, wiping the tears off my cheeks.

    I know he'll be back. I know I'll be waiting. I know I'll pick up his pieces and put him back together, again.