"No, wait. Please, don't go. You promised!" She cried as he walked away. The boy turned around and watched as a tear fell from her soft brown eyes. He sighed as he tried to stay calm.

"I can't be here anymore. It's not good for either of us. I can't stand it anymore! I don't want to hurt you!" He told her, his voice shaking. She stared at him.

"Apollo, don't do this to me! Please! You're hurting me just by saying that you're going to leave! Please!" she sobbed. Apollo stared and sighed, he was shaking.

"Look, Amorette. I can't you don't understand! Do you know what Apollo means? DO YOU? You don't know anything! " He asked. Amorette stared and she began to cry. The wind pushed around her hair.

"Y-you don't understand. I don't care. I love you, don't you get that? Don't you get that the only way you can hurt me is by leaving? Just, Apollo, don't. I can't even begin to fathom life without you. Don't-don't go, please." The last word was a whisper that hung in the air between them. Apollo looked at Amorette, and he sighed.

He was going to miss her long beautiful curly brown hair. That, when she would come to school having just taken a shower, hung in ringlets around her face. And her laugh, which was always bubbly, and her smile. She was always smiling. Well, except for now. NO! Apollo, don't do this to yourself. You're doing this to protect her. You need to leave. You must! Apollo thought quietly. He looked over at Amorette and at the soft tears that fell silently to the floor. Apollo looked around and sighed. His favorite place was the outdoors. Now, he could never be outside and not think of Amorette.

"Just, I have to get out of here. I have to get away from you." Apollo told her. Amorette looked up into the fierce face of Apollo. She looked over his perfect blue eyes. His brown hair clung to his face, wet with rain. She watched as he turned his back on her. She felt her heart tug, and break into a million pieces.

"Don't" She whispered. She looked up at him. She watched as his body tensed and he walked away. "Don't go. . ." She said almost silently. Apollo stopped for a second. He felt the first tear finally fall. "I love you." She said. He wanted so badly to scream back that he loved her too, that all he wanted was to pick her up in his arms and tell her everything was going to be alright. But he had to leave. He had to save her. It was the only way.

"Goodbye, my amorette." He whispered. He knew that she heard him as she gasped. He let the silent tears fall down his face as he began to run.

He ran through the woods that lined Amorette's house. He knew she would either try to catch up with him, or she would run inside. He hoped she would run inside. He knew it was going to storm, and they would be waiting outside for her. He wasn't about to let them take her. Not now, not so soon. She needed a chance, a chance to live, to be human. She didn't need the stupid messengers to mess with her. She was so perfect, nothing like a messenger. She was the good little two shoes everyone hated because they felt like she thought she was better. But she didn't think that, she was just naturally good. She never wanted to hurt anyone. She was always helping someone. How did she somehow get wrapped up in the messengers business? He had to find a way to get her out of it. . .

"Apollo, my dear brother, did you find her?" Apollo's brother asked. Technically, Angel wasn't Apollo's biological brother. But Angel was a messenger, just like Apollo, and the messengers were supposedly like a family. Supposedly being the operative word.

"Why do you care Angel? And, no, I didn't." Apollo lied. Angel studied Apollo. Though Apollo wasn't worried. He knew that Angel couldn't read him. He knew that Amorette was safe. For now. He reminded himself. He wanted to punch himself. He shouldn't have left her alone. But he couldn't go back, not now. He knew they would follow.

"Apollo! I'm so glad that you're home!" Shelby ran down the stairs and embraced Apollo with open arms. Apollo stiffened as Shelby hugged him.

"Shelby, please, restrain yourself. Get off me." Apollo grunted as he pulled Shelby's arms from around his neck and placed them at her side.

"Apollo," Shelby pouted. "Dear Apollo, why?" Apollo stared at Shelby and sighed. He shook his head and walked away. Shelby followed.

"Look, Shelby. I'm sorry, but, just not right now. Okay?" Apollo told her. Shelby huffed and watched Apollo walk away. Apollo kept thinking of Amorette. She hates me now. He told himself. He felt the tears swell up again, and he ran to the lake and dived in.