A/N: Man, I am on a roll with the angst! I know y'all like my more humorous writings, but the angst. It just calls to me...

He couldn't stand it.

Seeing her laugh, watching her hang on the arm of another man, was galling. She was his, or she had been.

Who was the man? Why was he important to her? She deserved so much better.

But he hadn't been better. He had hurt her by his stiffness. She had been full of affection and he had never returned it.

He didn't know how or when they had fallen apart. There hadn't been a huge falling out, it was just gradual. He had grown distant, she had grown distant. She had tried, of course, to get close to him. Even though they had been dating, he had held her at arms length.

After a few months of putting her all into trying to make their relationship work, she had given up. He was too cold to her, too shut off.

She had slipped from his grasp.

By the time he had come to his senses, she was long gone.

So he had let her go. He hadn't gone after her, he hadn't looked for her.

He had broken every promise he had ever made to her.

Who was the man that he would earn her love and her sweet smiles?

Why did he continue to question what had happened with them? Why couldn't he accept it? He thought he had, until he had seen her again.

Had their love vanished so quickly? It hadn't even been six months since she had left him.

Sometimes he would dream about her. He would shut his eyes and see her golden hair, her brown eyes, and those kissable rosebud lips.

Then he would wake up, and that's all it would be.

A dream.

He would give away his own soul to have her in his arms just one more time.

But all he had was a broken vow and empty arms...

A/N: A 12am drabble written while listening to Broken Vow by Josh Groban on repeat. The line that is the title jumped out at me and screamed "COBRA!" and demanded that this be written. It's angsty, it's sort of sad, and it's resigned. Lucy gave up on their relationship after giving and giving and giving and constantly being pushed away. Cobra regrets it and wishes he could have her back.

And yes, I'm writing from semi-personal experience here. Except I was the one who did the leaving. Sort of.

Apparently I get philosophical at 12am. But it is the best time for my writing!

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