She kicked the door with her foot as it went flying open towards the empty alley. She stumbled out alone, huffing and puffing, she slammed her firsts against the brick before turning towards the door and leaning with her back against the wall. He was the only one that could ever make her this upset. He was the only one she cared so much about that everything he said to her was taken to the heart. She glanced down at her hand that was bleeding and quickly bruising. She then glanced up and watched the door intently, waiting for him to follow her, but instead it remained closed. Tears rested on the brim of her eyes, but she refused to let them fall, she wouldn't cry.

The relationship had been rocky from the get-go. Every one had been against them from the start. Everyone said, the age gap was too big, he would never change his ways, and she wouldn't hurt her sister like that, but they were wrong. Their love was powerful and no one was going to bring them down. They had waited long enough. The electricity that came from the two of them was so powerful that could have burnt down all of western Canada alone. But as much as they loved each other and wanted to be together, the fights always came and they always won. No matter how hard they tried, it just seemed the something always got in the way of their happiness.

"What was that all about?" Kwest approached Tommy from behind, who was staring intently at the exit door, waiting for her to come back in, but instead it remained closed.

He knew she was waiting on the other side, just as he was waiting for her, but they were both too stubborn to give into the other. As much as he wanted to run into the alley, tell her he was sorry and push her up against the wall and take her right then and there, he restrained himself.

"Nothing," he shook his head as he walked back into the studio, where they were previously working together.

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He left the studio shortly after she never returned inside. He went back to their loft where he hoped that she would be, but he found himself alone. Like most days.

He walked into their bedroom and made the bed from the previous night and then let himself fall into a wave of comfort as his head hit the pillows. He placed one hand behind his head and the other across his chest. He breathed in and out heavily, pondering where and when it all went wrong. He turned the music on softly, so that he could still hear when she came through the door and let a tear fall.

She clomped up the stairs to their third story loft. She gripped herself tightly, protecting her body from the cold that was incased in the stairwell. She heard the elevator rise past her, as she looked up and realized she only had a half flight of stairs left to go.

The door was already unlocked and she walked in as quietly as she could. She heard the music softly coming from the bedroom and placed her keys in the bowl by the door as quietly as she could. She knew that he would come out sooner or later and approach her, but she wanted to give herself as much time as possible.

He heard the door open and close quietly, and then silence. He rolled off the bed and made his way to the doorway just as she placed her keys in the bowl. He watched her walk over to the couch and plop her body down like she could no longer hold it up.

He walked out the door and bee lined to the couch.

She could hear him making his way towards her, but she didn't look up.

"Hi," he said softly and sincere.

Just the sound of his voice directed at her, sent shivers down her spine and caused a smile to slowly, yet shortly, play at her mouth. After watching him go for everyone but her for so long, now knowing that he was directing anything at her made her love him even more. She looked up at him, her make-up by this time completely under her eyes.

"I'm sorry," he looked down at her lying their so innocently on the couch. He made his way to the other side hoping that she would let him join her.

He stared at her briefly as she lifted her feet so that he could sit and then gently placed them across his lap, just like back when all they were were innocent friends with a strong connection on the level that most people would live their entire lives without ever feeling.

"Don't be," she whispered, as her mind screamed and yelled at him. He should be sorry, but he was sorry too much lately, and as much as she knew he meant it, she was becoming immune to his words.

"But I am, I shouldn't have said what I did, I didn't mean it," he began to untie her shoes.

"You did, or else you wouldn't have even been thinking it," she turned her head towards the window, it was starting to rain and she began to count the rain drops that forcefully came to an abrupt end on the smooth surface.

"I can't remember the last time we laughed together," he watched his fingers intensely as they untied her laces.

"Pathetic isn't it?" she continued to stare out the window, headlights shining into their loft, into her eyes and forever in her heart as they turned the corner.

"They just came and went, snuck up on us and by the time we knew what was going on they had already passed," he placed her shoes on the floor next to him.

"With the good comes the bad, we knew that when we started this relationship, but it was a chance we were willing to take. I love you Tommy, don't ever doubt that," this time she turned her head to look at him.

He glanced over to look at her eyes, his stare was burning into heart, "I never have," he rubbed her leg.

She sat up from her position on the couch, her feet still across his lap, she slid down so that her legs were across him and her knees were bent at his chest, "Good," she placed her hand on his smooth face. But the look in her eyes caused him to tilt his head away from her hand. It was the look he was dreading and too afraid to make himself.