You're all I want.. You're all I HAVE!
He could hear his own sobs echoing through the walls of the basement. He'd come straight here after she's asked him to leave, after she's said the unthinkable.. she'd banished him. Asked him to go away, and in doing so forsaken him from her life. From the life they had built together. Simple days and simple nights. Just spending time together, playing scrabble, listening to music.. With her, his light. He'd often imagined their future, if they ever were given one. Wondered if he would forever bask in the simple beauty of what she was, what she meant to him or rather if every day he would discover new and more alluring things to love. Neither mattered now. She was gone.
His hands clutched tightly into fists. His body now curled fetal on the floor. "No! No! NO NO NO NO NO!" he sucked in air and tried to catch himself, only to find more tears and sobbed. No breath, only acid air. Stinging his lungs like she'd stung his heart. Shriveled up and used. He rocked himself forward onto his knees and then his feet. Waves rocked through him like fire, not knowing which route to take, he paced back and forth the floor of the basement.
"No." He hissed through his teeth, "No. No. No." white hot rage filled him. He didn't notice the first blow he'd delivered. He didn't even notice the second or third, or forth or any for that matter until he heard the bones of his fist cracking into the brick wall echoing through the empty room. Still he did not cease. He couldn't. If he could not have her, she would still be here. Her presence forever taunting him of the mistakes he had made and how close he had come to salvation, to the fact that it would never again be his. That he was forsaken. Outcast. He snarled and scream one desperate roar and the wall now coated in his blood.
His body went limp as he slumped on the floor, defeated. Scooting his back against the wall he cradled his head in his hands, also bloodied by the ordeal, and wept. Wept until he didn't know the hour or the day. Wept until he was more lost than he'd ever been. His one guiding light ripped away.