"I'm leaving you asshole!" she screamed, throwing her bags down the stairs; they crashed into the wall at the bottom of the stairway causing her clothes to go everywhere.

"Slick Selph, real slick."

"You—you have the emotional range of a teaspoon!" she stomped down the stairs, obviously craving to cause a scene.

"See you--" he looked at the calendar. "Next Tuesday, that's should give you enough time to cool that hot head of yours." He said, calmly picking up her clothes.

"Marluxia—are you deaf? I'm leaving you—as in not coming back ever—don't put your filthy hands on my stuff!"

"Leaving them on the filthy ground, much better." he dropped her clothes, and returned to his plants.

"Don't you care—that I'm leaving!" she screamed.

"If this wasn't the 23rd time you done it, perhaps."

"You hate me!" she cried.

"Here we go—why do I hate you this month Selph?" he spat, she blinked at him. "Was I looking at another girl, god forbid I talk to our waitress—or did I buy the wrong color blouse that you're standing on? Or maybe—just maybe, I fucked up in some new way that is so new I can't even understand!" he bellowed, he didn't mean to; he was just so frustrated with her.

"You never say 'I love you.' You just let me leave you and then come back like it's nothing, you act like I don't use you—and…you don't say you hate me—ever."

He stared at her, confused, Selphie had left him and came back twenty three times and during those twenty times, he could at least understand why she was leaving. The first three times, he was so devastated that he did nothing, but ate ice-cream and watched her soap operas until she came back.

"I can never hate you—no matter how many times you leave…"

"Why not?"

"Because you always come back."

It was true, Selphie always came back with a new elegant plant to make up for it—she would always gravel saying how stupid she was and how much she missed him. Marluxia always said that Selphie had more mood swings then a pregnant woman, which would always cause happy Selphie to become angry Selphie, it always made Marluxia laugh. People wondered why Marluxia was still with her after seven months, why didn't he just leave her people would ask, and only he would know the answer.

He held her in his arms, hushing her sobs quietly. "If I didn't love you, I would have left you long ago—" he smiled, gently at her; blowing her bangs into her eyes.

"It's still nice to hear…" she mumbled.

"Selphie—I love you more then any man has ever loved a woman, and I am not just saying this because you want to her it—I mean it."

"You're amazing," she sniffled, burying her head into his chest.

He did love her, he loved her emotional mood swings of chaos and demons, he loved how he would never know what she would do next. He loved being with her, because despite everything she says about him; he knows that she loves him too or she will until someone better comes along.

--le fin

haha pissed!selphie is great fun—anyways this is for jess a practice for her prizefic really .

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