Overly emotional drabble. I watched the new Misfit's trailer today and there is one line Alisha uses that got to me and I just became a sobbing mess, hopefully you can guess what line it is. So that combined with Damien Rice's – Delicate has inspired me to write this. Don't hate it too much, and I'm well aware of how melodramatic I made it sound but enjoy!

Ps. For best affect read while listening to Damien Rice's – Delicate

He came in from another practice. It was a ritual now, it was on borderline obsessive his urge to become him; his future self. He was haunted with the idea of being good enough, being like him. The man she thought she loved most in the world, the man he was trying to become, she despised him now, because he was taking away this present Simon. And with each day, with each second, with each practice he was slipping away further and further until that one day when he would leave her again, but this time to never return.

She hated thinking about the future because it was empty and cold and pointless. She tried reasoning with him. She tried convincing him that he didn't have to become him; he didn't have to go back. And she didn't care how it would affect the future; she just wanted him with her always. Forever. And thought she would never say it out loud or admit it to herself but deep down she already decided she wanted him forever. Stupid, naive as it was it felt right.

The arguments they had over this were countless. She would scream and cry and he was always calm. And only his eyes expressed the sorrow he felt about what he considered inevitable. She would hit him half-heartedly trying to snap him out of this trance she thought he was in. He would hold her fists and look away not wanting to see her stained face and broken eyes. But she would fight and try to break his grip and when he just couldn't take it anymore and wanted to leave, put some space between them, she would hold on as if her life depended on it.

And the anger is gone and all that's left is the pain and the shallow tears as she absorbs him in, all of him. Cherishing any moment spent together. And he, he can't take it much longer he needs to kiss her. So he does; passionately and lovingly with every bit of himself. And then they are lost in each other in the feeling that just never lasts long enough.

And now he came back again, from another practice just how he always does. Strong yet unsure and just that step away from his future. The black suit stretched over his lean body, that sick reminder of what was or what is to come. He takes of the mask and smiles that unsure smile telling her he is still here with her. And she sits on the bed arms wrapped around her legs tight. She has been sitting there like that since he left, waiting for him to come back.

"Hi" barely a whisper, and a slight smile.

"Hi" he sits next to her drinking her in.

He strokes her hair and then shoulder and then her lower back.

"Why are you still up." His voice is still unsure and timid.

"I was waiting for you" but so is hers.

She rests her head on her knees watching him smile just like he used to. He places the mask next to him on the bed turning slightly so he is facing her. A silent chuckle escapes his lips caused by her playful grin. They sit there in silence staring at each other. And then she yawns breaking the moment as his face grows more aware, his eyes shine with slight guilt.

"It's late you should get some sleep, I'm going to go take a shower"

He gets up grabbing his mask simultaneously.

"Wait" almost a plea, her voice sounds scared for some reason and she can't understand why.

"Stay"

He sits back. Even though he knows she is tiered his not strong enough to resist anything she says at this point. She looks so weak; she only ever looked weak with him. He knows he makes her vulnerable but it's complicated, he can't solve this riddle. He can't make her happy, not in a long run.

"We should do something tomorrow. When I come back from work we could go see a movie or something" she asks enthusiastically.

"I have to go training"

And there it is the catalyst that will make these moments unbearable again. And he didn't want to say it but it's encrypted in him now like a disease and he can't resist it.

"You could miss a day" that weak attempt again, that plea that he hears but can't except.

"You know I can't" he looks away he doesn't want to look at her. His fingers are pulling at his roots trying to rid him of the pain of knowing how much he is hurting her.

"Yes you can, you don't have to be him" she stands up breathing hard shaking, hoping for something that is hopeless.

"Alisha please" he tries to hold her, to make her understand.

He holds her face in his palm looking into her eyes into her soul begging for redemption for understanding. Sometimes he thinks it would be easier to end all of this, to spare her the agony he puts her through again and again. He should let her go because he is just staling the inevitable, hurting both of them in the process. But even though he knows he is doing the right thing, he is selfish he needs her and he can't do it without her, so he holds on.

She sits him back down on the bed, composing herself, composing her thoughts.

"Don't you understand if you become him you're gonna leave me. You're gonna travel back in time and you're gonna die"

A bucket of cold water over his head, but he is used to it now he takes it in as if it's a hot shower.

"It has to be this way"

But does it, does it have to be this way. There are too many implications, too much to lose if he doesn't go through with this.

And all she could do is cry her heart out with burning tears that have been eating at her face from the first day that she kissed him.

"Why, why does it have to be this way" a stupid rhetorical question.

He hugs her kissing her neck.

"We have had this…" it's like a lump in his thought there is no name to describe what they are putting each other through

"This …Conversation a million times"

"Well let's try a million and one" she is still hoping.

"I can't, do you think this is easy for me do you think I want to leave you. I can't bare the thought of losing you. But I won't let you die, I won't let everyone die"

And there is nothing to say so they stand there hugging in silence waiting, waiting for the inevitable.