I was in love. I had fallen so head over heels for this man, but now there wasn't anything I could do to bring him back to me. This is what hurt me the most, for this man was my everything. He was all I had left, but here I am, telling you all the story of how we fell in love. The story of how I lost him forever after I make a horrible mistake.

This is my mistake in life

This is my reason for the hatred I have for myself.

I will never be able to forgive myself

Forgive me.

I don't have any other choice.

This is my only way to get you back

Forgive...

Me...

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...Silence...

I walked down the street, pain flaring up my side with every step I took. Quick steps sounded from behind him, "I~ZA~YAAAAAAAAAAA~!" I turned upon hearing my name be yelled out be a blond, bartender outfit wearing, prehistoric monster, known as Izaya. Read as, 'Complete and utter idiot who as no fashion sense.'

I curled my right hand into a fist to help dull the pain, "Ah~ Shizu-Chan, what a pleasure to see you again" I said mockingly, my teeth gritting together. Just speaking made the pain increase. What a completely horrible state for me to be in in front of Shizuo, of all people who could have been there. It had to be a prehistoric monster. The vending machine that had been near Shizuo, was suddenly above the blondes' head. I muttered a string of curse words and sidestepped the vending machine as it was thrown at my head.

I winced and bit my lip to keep from crying out. Just moving my side in any direction caused the pain to intensify. With a forced smirk, I looked playfully at Shizuo through glazed over eyes.

I ran to the nearest alleyway and looked over my shoulder at Shizuo, "See you later, Shizu-Chan~" and with that, I turned the corner and ran off. I reached my apartment as a complete mess, I was doubled over in pain, my side felt like someone had just stabbed me multiple times. Yes, I have felt being stabbed before, but it was in the leg.With a whimper and me fumbling around with my pockets, I almost shouted a curse word. I didn't have the keys to my apartment.

I whimpered softly as the pain intensified, I fumbeld with my pockets once more and pulled out my phone. Black. My vision was gone, luckily, I knew my phone quite well. I managed to get onto my contacts, press someones' contact, and call them.

"Hello?" the person who picked up the phone had a deep voice. Gruff and scratchy as well. I felt his knees weaken ane collapsed as a heap on his doorstep. I muttered my address and a small quiet 'help' before blacking out to the sound of the man shouting for me to stay awake. When I awoke, I was lying on a leather couch, a blanket covering my freezing cold body, and a pillow under my head. I slowly sat up, only to fall off the couch from the sudden pain that flared up on my side.

"ACK!" my cry of pain echoed around the room. I felt blood seep through my shirt as I lay there, breathing heavily, my vision going in and out.

"Oh my lord, Izaya, you're pathetic. Can't even manage to take a nap without hurting yourself." the gravely voice cut sharply into the silence. It was the man from the phone call, but it couldn't be. I didn't remember putting Shizuos' number on my phone. I looked over my shoulder at the blonde who was currently leaning against the door frame. I frowned at the very thought of Shizuo being nice to me, picking up my unconscious body, carrying me to his own apartment and putting me down on his couch. Placing a pillow under my head and a blanket over my cold body. I couldn't ever imagine Shizuo doing that for me, we hated each other. Not even an hour after I had ran away from him as he threw vending machines and other random objects at me, did I collapse at my apartment door. He had been trying to kill me then, so why the sudden change of heart? Why did he suddenly decide to be nice to me?

"Hey, Shizu-Chan, can I ask you a question?" I asked the question quietly. My fear that the sudden gentle moment that had arrived would leave quicker than I had wanted.