It felt like the whole world had stopped moving for the time being. It felt like all time had stopped moving forward. Hell, it felt like everything had stopped moving as those words reached to his ears. It really felt like he was going to have a heart attack then and there.

This isn't going to work...

Those words kept playing inside the young raven haired boy's head, over and over again until he thought his heart was going to stop beating, which he made himself think it did at some point even though that was most likely not anywhere near the truth – a heart can't just stop beating just because of that.

It could have been hours before any of them even bothered doing anything than just stand there and stare at each other, one full of hurt, sorrow and pain and the other simply a mix of anger and sadness. From distance and without knowing what had happened between them not more than a few minutes ago, it could look like one of them had bullied the other or just said something the other really didn't like hearing or something like that. It didn't look like one of those couples that were just about to break up or go on a break.

The silence around them seemed to be lasting for hours and hours before something finally happened. Tears slowly started to bead in those crimson eyes that now got filled with water and slowly widening ever so slightly. The upcoming informant's hands curled up into fists as if he was going to punch or hit the nearest thing even though he didn't plan on losing control just because of something like this. Yes, he loved the boy and he didn't want it to end like this. But what in the hell was he supposed to do when it was apparently his own personality coming in the way of their relationship?

Slowly, he took one or two steps closer to the other boy and looked up at him, trying to show him just how much he had hurt him just by saying those simple words.

"This isn't going to work? What, are you breaking up with me already? Are you serious? Do you realize how long we've been together? Not more than 3 weeks! You couldn't even stand a whole month with me, could you?"

Izaya didn't mean for his voice to raise like that. He just couldn't get himself to lower it once it was raised. It was impossible for him to calm down now and before he realized it – before he managed to stop it – the tears that before had beaded in his near crimson eyes, now rolled over the edge and moved down his slightly reddened cheeks, his whole face pale.

He was just about to say something when he was suddenly interrupted by the bleached blond before him.

"No, Izaya, I couldn't! You know why? Because you're not as sweet as you pretend to be! No, you're one of those high horsed guys who can't think of anyone but themselves!"

Shizuo didn't even bother keeping his voice down. He just couldn't control himself in a situation like this. Never had he been in something like this before but when it came to fighting, this was far from the first time he was like this.

They argued like that for a while where only words in a high raised yell made it around them. No punches, kicks or anything that could turn out to be a result with broken bones. Nothing like that ever happened. It could have looked like it but it never came that far.

And after several minutes of arguing back and forth, they finally stopped, the raven haired of them already crying like he knew what would happen in a matter of seconds. And it was obvious what was going to happen sooner or later.

This wasn't going to hold.

This relationship wasn't going to last more than a few minutes. It shouldn't even have lasted for this long when it came to boys who were supposed to be enemies and not lovers. But they couldn't be judged for trying, right?

Sighing heavily, Shizuo slowly turned a bit and let his bleached blond brows furrow ever so slightly as his gaze landed down onto his own shoes. He didn't say anything for a while and only listened to the endless sobbing from the slender boy not far from him.

He considered just forgetting about this but after thinking about it for another few moments, he knew exactly what he was supposed to do with this.

Without giving the crying boy, Shizuo slowly turned around and started to walk away. And before he went out of sight and before the other boy would be unable to hear his words, he spoke and formed three simple words, three words that made his voice crack;

"We're done, Izaya..."

A/N: I'm really, really, really sorry for the lack of updates lately. I've just finished with finals and I'm now on summer break. However, that doesn't mean I have time to write much. Also, I'm sorry for this really short chapter but I don't want to write a bunch of meaningless crap. Anyway... thank you for reading and reviews are always loved!

Next chapter will be the last to this story, by the way!