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He knew there were many reasons why he was losing her. He pushed away, made her wait out in the rain like everyone else. But cats hate rain. So she started to leave, slipping through his fingers like water. He said he didn't have time, that a relationship wasn't on his mind, but it was just another one of the facades that built him up. Deep down, hidden somewhere deep within he knew the truth. It was his inability to say 'I love you'. It was his inability to hold anything more than a fling with a woman, the inability to trust anyone other than himself. So he would lay in bed with as many women as he wanted to keep up the image but in every face he saw hers. The fierce arch of her eyebrow, the proud curve of her lip. He loved her, but couldn't say it. There were only three simple words but they held infinite meaning. His lips, now pressed into a permanent grim line hadn't said those words since his parents had died. Since his mother's blood had run over the streets. That blood now covered him in a figurative sense. Life was so fleeting, so fragile that it he couldn't connect, because he above all else knew that love was as fleeting as life. Right now she stood before skin pale in the moonlight. "Give me a reason to stay." She pleaded. Did he have reasons? Was it even right of him to tether her here? So he stood silent, watching the women he wanted close off to him, run away into the darkness that coated him. And all he could do was watch her go.