His cold black eyes glistened in the shadows. Every syllable of every word brought a fresh new pain to my body.

"I don't want you anymore." He annunciated every letter perfectly, as though he had practiced it many times. My heart clenched agonizingly. This new hurt was excruciating. Nothing could compare. Not even when he hunted me down and slowly cut me open.

As hard as I tried, not a sound would escape my parted lips. Not a whimper, not a moan, not even a gasp. To say I was surprised would have been an understatement. I was downright stunned. I did not understand what he had said. Had I heard wrong? Yes, I must have, for he never would have said those words to me, especially not after everything I knew about him.

"I-I don't understand…" I trailed off in confusion. What was happening?

"I am leaving. I don't need you anymore, I don't need… this… anymore." He gestured towards the bloody knife on the ground in front of me. My hands started shaking.

"When are you leaving?" I barely managed. How could he abandon me?

"Now. I cannot deal with this anymore. It was foolish involving you. I was wrong about you." Wrong about me specifically? What had I done? Unless… it was something I hadn't done.

"Who is she?" I whispered brokenly. He sighed.

"You don't need to know. All you need to know is I am leaving. Do not, under any circumstances, look for me. Do you understand?" he gripped my shoulders, forcing me to face him. I relished in his touch, wanting to lean in, to wrap my arms around his torso, but instead he let go of me, almost pushing me away. "Goodbye, Belle. I hope you find your way." He turned away from me.

"Do you care for her?" I asked quietly.

"I love her."

"Liar!" I shouted at his back, "it is impossible for psychopaths to feel love, or any kind of emotion even resembling it!" He turned, facing me,

"Well then maybe you're the psychopath in this relationship then? Huh? Ever think of that? Not once have you cringed away while I split open abdomens, skulls, and other various body parts. Maybe you're the one that is incapable of love, because Kristen certainty doesn't seem to think so!"

"Kristen. Wow. Does she even know?" I muttered under my breath.

"No. And I don't plan on telling her. I'm done with this- with you- with everything dealing with this lifestyle. "

"Just like that? Quite cold turkey?" I laughed mirthlessly, "good luck."

"Goodbye. I really must leave now. I have a plane to catch, a life to start." He started walking away. My life, everything I had every known, cared for, maybe even loved had just turned its back on me. I was done for.