Dean stood at the edge of the bed and looked at her peaceful, sleeping figure. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on. Everything about her was perfect. No one could ever live up to her.
He sighed and fought back the urge to bend over her sleeping body and kiss her. He couldn't have her waking up now. He would never be able to leave if she woke up and looked at him with those big doe eyes.
He stole one last look at her and then turned around and walked out of the bedroom, out of the house, out of her life. For good this time, he told himself as he made his way towards the car.
He didn't deserve her. She was worth so much more than him but she didn't see it that way. As a matter of fact, she always turned it the other way around. She didn't think she deserved him. That he was worth so much more than her.
They were so alike. Both came from troubled upbringings, broken homes. Both had been struggling through their entire lives. They were hurt, broken, damaged goods. Maybe that's why they were drawn to each other like moths to the flames.
He opened the door to the car and got inside. The problem wasn't that he didn't love her. He loved her too much. She deserved way better than what he could ever give her. That's why he was leaving her... again. It was far from the first time.
For good this time, he said to himself, for good. No turning back. He knew he was lying. It was always the same with them. One of them would leave in the middle of the night without a word or a note of goodbye. Months would pass and suddenly their paths would cross again. There would be shouting, screaming, fighting - and there would be a whole lot of lovemaking. He could never stay away from her just like she could never stay away from him. But once again he tried.
He started the car and took a last look at the house in the rear view mirror before pulling out on the road and driving away. For good this time...