He wore no shirt but he did wear a jacket. It was gleaming black leather in the shimmering sunlight. He wore torn jeans stained with the blood of his enemies and his usually silky hair was drenched in sweat from the battle. He had saved my life and had killed them all for me but he was not mine.. he never would be... I loved him so but I must let him go. She was better for him ,though he loved me it was not enough love to last us forever. I was too wild for his soft heart. Our love had been too much passion too much fire. But her love and his was as soft and as sweet as cool water. He kissed me softly goodbye and walked away as my heart bled my tears. Goodbye Chase . Goodbye Forever.