A/N: So, I finally got around to that song-fic.

I've been reading and writing a lot lately and I found a style of writing that I really like. I've done it a few times before and I like it. Here's my third attempt.

She's always been more of an introverted person. She keeps to herself, depends on herself. She never, not even for a second, thought that she'd want someone to be with her when she cries. If her wants were a reality, she would have someone near her at all times, for all she does is cry.

She's felt so alone. She's done it to herself, though. For days at a time, she sits in her room, the same room that they used to share, crying over her broken heart.

The number forty-six sticks in her mind, occupying every other thought se has. She counted the steps he took when he walked away from her. Finally, after the forty-sixth step, she turned and ran away. She had tried to tell him to stay but he wouldn't listen. He left anyway.

She knows that he saw the pain in her eyes, the pain he put her through when he told her he was leaving. It doesn't matter anymore. He's gone.

His face, the face she still loves, haunts her dreams, waking her up in the middle of the night to break her into tears yet again. She used to wake up, crying over silly nightmares but he was always there to comfort her, to protect her, and to rock her back to sleep. Now she cries alone, whispering to herself for reassurance.

"I miss you." she whispers to the darkness.

There's nothing she can do. Even sitting on their bed, curled up into a ball, sobbing, dredges up memories of their time together.

Another painful sob tears through her throat when she sees his face flash in her mind. All she can do is think about him. When she closes her eyes, she sees his face. When she tries to stop crying so she can breathe again, his voice sounds through her mind and she gets hysterical.

He left a shirt and one of his jackets when he left. She moves to pick them up and she wipes the tears away. She doesn't cry now, afraid that her salty tears will wash away the wonderful scent of him that still lingers on the fabric. She buries her nose into the shirt, breathing in his scent.

She's able to keep her tears under control for only a few short moments. After that, she's a mess. She throws the shirt away from her, out of reach, and screams. The agony of him being gone hits her again and she falls to the floor with the shirt. She drops to her knees, her face covered by her hands. With his scent she's reminded of the way he walks, the way he used to look at her, and the way he used to say her name. She whimpers but it's drowned out by her tears.

Forty-six steps. That's all it took to tear her apart.

Forty-six steps is what broke her.

Forty-six steps, that's when she knew he was really gone. She should have stopped at eight, knowing that that's all it would take to make his decision for him. But she stayed, counting.

She screams again but it's strangled. The tears won't stop and her head hurts, her stomach hurts, her heart hurts. He's gone. She folds herself into a ball on the floor, her tears, now silent, form a puddle on the cold floor.

"I miss you." she says again and her weak voice breaks in the middle.

She knows it, believes it with the pieces of her broken heart, that they were made for each other. They were supposed to be the 'Forever Couple.' She knew, and so did he, how much she put into loving him. She gave him everything. She gave him her mind, her body, and her soul. Everything she had, she gave to him. He didn't even give it back. He stole her. When he left, he took her with him. Now only the broken shell of her remains.

She needs him, more than anything. But she's without him and it's killing her.

He's killing her.

But she still wants him.

"Chrona,"

"No!" she screams, "No more! Please, he already haunts me. I can't deal with the hallucinations! They hurt!" she sobs.

"You're not hallucinating."

"That's what you always say! Why do you torture me?!"

"Chrona," arms wrap around her, causing her to stop crying and go still. The hallucinations never hold her, "It's really me." he says.

"Get away from me!" she hates him. Hates him for what he's done to her but even as she yells for him to get away, she clings to him. She clutches at his shirt, feeling his warmth envelope her.

"Why-h-how-" she starts, only to be cut off by another sob.

Now she's lost her words to him, too. What else is he going to take from her?

"Shh... You need to sleep. I'll be here when you wake up, just sleep for now. I'll be here, I promise." he lifts her up into their bed.

"Please." she says.

"Please what?" he whispers.

"Please tell me that you're real." in response, he leans down to kiss her the way he would if she was scared.

"It's really me." he says again.

"Why did you come back? Why did you leave in the first place?" she asks

"Chrona,you need to sleep. I'll tell you everything in the morning."

"You're going to stay?" she allows herself to sound hopeful.

"Yes,"

"How do I know," she pushes herself up to look into the yellow eyes she's longed to see for the past six months. Well, really, six months, four days, thirteen hours, and twenty-nine minutes. She's kept count again.

"I'm not going anywhere." he says, kissing her again. He wraps his arms around her and holds her close, something she's wanted for feel this whole time.

"You're back." she whisper-sighs as she falls asleep, a smile on her face for the first time since he left.

"Yes, I'm back. And I won't leave you ever again." he says. Maneuvering her under the blankets he lays next to her, wrapping her in his arms again.

"I'm sorry." he whispers in her ear.

Kid falls asleep next to Chrona, regrets and broken promises fill his mind then disappear. Chrona is peaceful again, happy that Kid is finally back.

He's finally back.

A/N: Well, this one isn't one I'm too proud of. As I was typing it up my mood changed and I didn't want it to be Chrona crying the whole time. It's kinda a happy ending... I like this one, don't get me wrong, it's just not my favorite.

I didn't proofread because I ran out of time. Sorry for any mistakes. I have to also apologize for all the mistakes in chapter 8 of Asymmetrically Broken... It's killing me.