Authors Note- I got bored, so this is what I came up with. I was listening to music, and yeah. So I hope you like it. I know I said I wouldn't be writing for a while, but I was just really carby inspired. Anyways if you like please read and review, thanks. I'm not sure if I want it to be a stand alone or not, so if you like it I might continue... This is jsut a result of my weird moods.

Dew laden grass sticking to his sweaty feet, bottoms rough, worn. Days, months, years... Time... He was no longer the man he once was, time... The culprit, his killer, slowly murdering, bringing his, once alive, eager soul down to a mere nothing. Each day a fight. Unbearable. Breaths shaky, words few... sketchy. Life not quite as it use to be, painful. Seconds that he once relished in, burdening him with their presence. His mind battles his heart, trying to decipher which is right, which is wrong... What way to go... Soon he won't be able to fight, that time is coming soon. All is gone, suddenly there is no purpose. No reason. There use to be. At least he thinks there was, did he imagine it? Dream it up? Some elude story, telling him that there was a reason, a reason he had donned the earth with his dull presence.

Each blade slices along his finger tips, gently rubbing against the flesh. The feeling bring back memories... Fear, pain, heartache... Love. A feeling that encompassed him, just like she would... Her life, her energy, her morbid view... He criticized it, demeaned her, told himself without her each breath would be easy, not so strained. Each day would be relaxed, painless. He was wrong. Dead wrong. Something he had proven to be time and time again. But it was too late... Yes, he had tried, maybe not in an obvious way, but he had tried. Tried to make her see, see him, see that they could be something. She was no longer the same. Changed, different... Special, more so then when they first met. He had always admired her strength, for that is what drew him to her. Everything about her was so confident... strong. He had soon to find out that that was just a strong exterior, a painted on mask. He uncovered those layer, washing each one away carefully, until she lay in front of him, pure as the day, raw as meat... bare, open to the world, unprotected, vulnerable. Yes, the unreachable woman had suddenly done it, reached under it all, pulled out her true colours. It wasn't good enough for him, nothing ever was. He needed more, his greediness, selfishness, shining through. Had his raising really had the impact he tried to fight, tried to protect himself from? Was he really the child that everybody thought he would turn out to be, given his raising, his stature in society...

Damp palms smack against the turf, providing a stable support. He finds himself being hoisted off the ground, his feet in control now. His mind somewhere else. Safer this way, yes thinking was something he did too much of, perfection was something he tried to aim for. Yet not so much in himself as in others, thinking that had to reach his standards... Yes he really was that asshole he didn't want to be. He knew where his feet were leading him... He knew turning back was no longer an option. Something had changed in him, had seeing her doing that very thing have that much of an impact on him? He was the one who needed to change, not her, she was perfect, beautiful. Sunset hitting the horizon, he knew that, he experienced that, but he never let her experience that. He never gave to her all the precious memories she gave to him. He caused her pain, tears misery. Yet did he ever make her smile? Watch as her mouth turned upwards in a semi-circle, her eyes glisten for just a moment, the brown circles would dance, lighting up the room... No.

The streets dark, deserted, street lamps flicker, creating a fading glow, watching as a few raindrops dance down onto the dirty cement, in a few short hours brutal feet will pound away whatever innocence it seems to posses at this moment. Hallucinating? He must be... Disoriented at the least... Demented.

The rain drops burn into his flesh, icy pellets run through his veins... He needs his, months waiting, watching, admiring, staring... Yes... She must know... Feeling like a complete cliche, his feet obey his heart starting off towards her down. A sole lamp lights her dark room, creating a dim glow over her shadow... She's awake. Heart pounding a million miles a minute, blood rushing through every vein, being pumped in aimless directions, mind flooded with thoughts, opportunities arising that he hasn't seen in months...His mind races ahead of reality, somewhere deep down he knows just because she happens to be awake at this absurd hour does not mean fate has a hand in this. For all he knows, the little man known as fate, could be sitting in a clock somewhere playing with the hands of time. Setting him up to fall, paying him back for all the wrong he has caused. That must be it. There is no other explanation.

He lets his mind wander, for just a moment...

Arms, legs, fingers, hair intertwined, lips brush lazily against her forehead... Slowly his eyes open, she grips tighter onto him, making sure he is real, in the flesh, not the mirage she's been seeing for days...Finger nails clawing into his back, digging through layers of skin, he doesn't mind, it brings him relief... Eases the pain. Pain of being without her, without her touch, her soothing words, angry words even. This is the way it should be, forever. He knows that's virtually impossible, with them perfect... should be... It never goes.

"Mm." He inhales her scent, something he has been without for so long... Yet it still filled him, drowning him every moment possible. She had that effect on him, on everyone... The most amazing woman.

"You smell good..." He sighs, running his fingers through her tangled hair. He hears a muffled laugh, her face buried in his chest. Breathing him in, had she really missed him the way he missed her? A few shifts, and it was like they hadn't seen each other in months instead of hours... Painful hours... Lovebirds.

"That's what all the boys say." She places gentle kisses along his bare skin, down his chest, tiny kisses circle his belly button. His fingers dance through her hair...

"Boys, huh?" She laughs again, not sure she follows, not sure he even follows... But its music to his ears. She moves her lips away from his stomach, placing her elbows on either side of his chest, supporting her body.

"Promise me something?" Her tone suddenly serious, butterflies of concern flap their wings in the small confines of his stomach.

"Anything..." He chokes down his worries.

"We'll never loose this."

The turning of the door knob brings him out of his reverie. Her face pale as a ghost, shock washes over, replacing the once startled fear. Her fingers shakily clench the package of cigarettes that is grasped between her palm. She registers what she is seeing, who she is seeing. A blurred memory in the back of her mind, fading with the days, yet clear as day in her heart... Her fingers run through her hair, he watches her, his eyes never leave her small frame. Taking in her sight, her beauty. Even at this hour. He can tell she's been sleeping, not recently... But in the last few hours, her hair still crumpled, her eyes encased by black circles that don't dare take away her beauty. His breath caught in his throat for a short second.

"Abby." Her name runs off his lips, never sounding so right. Shivers run through her spine, after so long his effect on her has not worn off... She's thankful for that.

There eyes lay upon one another, silently talking... Playing silent videos for one another, as to what their lives have been like without each other... Empty to say the least... Starving. Hunger. Thirst. Voids that only they can fill.

Her jaw clenches... Her wrinkles more evident, their aging more apparent to one another, yet it doesn't matter.

Have the hands of fate really worked this time, for him, he believe they never will. But forever he will hope this moment can be it.