A/N: I don't ownany of it wish I did I'dbe marryingDaniel Clarke!

Manny's Point of view

I've given him a million reasons to leave me. He won't though he stays right here with his big puppy dog brown eyes. Always whining and accusing me of not loving him enough. After Ashley he was so worried and scared and all I wanted to do was save him but I can't save him if he refuses to be saved.

I didn't want this didn't want to need someone like I need Sean it started out innocent enough. I needed to escape Craig he was everywhere I was. I had almost forgotten how to breathe without Craig reminding me. I found Sean alone at some party looking sad and heartbroken and I thought I can save him too and I am saving him better then I ever did with Craig anyway. Sean gives me this feeling in every extremity of my body. This tingling feeling as though all my finger and toes could fall off and as long as Sean was there to tell me I was still his Carmel colored love then I would be okay with it.

He gives me this sticky sweet gooey gummy feeling in my stomach. I dream about him in Technicolor so I can bask in all the new colors he gives me. He is my reason to fall asleep. No one sees me quiet the way he does. I can look my worst and call him the worst names I got in my arsenal and he still loves me. There are no accusations, no expectations, and no pity games. Craig's Kisses are nice, comfortable, something I know. But Sean's Kisses will set me on fire burn me to the point of no return. His kisses always taste of danger, hope and always of love where as Craig's just tasted of habit and duty

Craig is so gentle so nice. He doesn't fight with me afraid that he'll actually have to be alone. He is afraid I might break. But Sean isn't as gentle and this may sound sick I liked when he hurt me not in that sick twisted way and it's not like he beat me. But when we kissed and he wrapped his roaming fingers in my hair and gave it a light tug it made me spin with want for him.

Sean and mine's relationship isn't just about the touching parts. I can sit in complete silence with him and not feel awkward. I see the bluest sky and the most glowing sun when I am with him. Everything that touches my lips tastes better when I eat it in his presence. He can make the most inane things worth doing.

I tell time by how many moments between the moments I see him. He makes me happier then I have ever been in my life. A love like ours is as dangerous as it is beautiful. As explosive as it is healing. When the bomb finally explodes I am not sure I can take the fall out.

We meet in the same spot every night and nights apart feel like years I wait for him in the inky darkness. I would wait for my hero my savoir forever if he asks for it. And I hear his muffled footsteps and as he steps in to the circle of light. He emerges form the darkness like some fallen angel seeking redemption. He radiates pain and I know something is wrong. His wild sea foam eyes tell of his hurt. I don't speak. I don't have to I just fit my body so perfectly into his embrace. I let him take me over. Posses me like some lonely spirit seeking help. I know he'll tell me when he's ready until then I erase his pain with kisses. Kisses that sizzle with passion float with feelings and hang with caring.

He speaks, a bitter, sad, self-doubting edge clouds his usually strong confident voice "He hates me" he confides in me. "Who?" I question. The urge to make the pain go away spins in my stomach like an unstoppable merry-go-round

"Tracker" he answers "he angry because I am doing this without him I am living my life alone and I am doing ok. He said something's that hurt. I don't want to think about that now. I am here with you and all is right with the world"

Not with anyone did I want to take their pain and bare it as mine own if they would smile but with Sean I'd sell my soul to see him happy. I kissed him until we were both intoxicated with the passion. Everyone should have a love like ours then there would be no drugs. Raw emotions could get you high. I know my unending, unyielding. And unrelenting weakness for him will be the death of me but atleast I'll die happy

I want save Craig from himself, from his feelings, and from me but I can't save him. I guess I should cut my losses but I just can't let go the little girl in me still sees him as my prince charming. I know it sounds selfish but I don't stay for me because honestly I don't get much out of it anymore. Our relationship stopped being about "us" and started being all him. I'll always be there when Craig needs me because he needs me. I am all he's got. Loving Sean keeps me sane, gives me all reasons I need to get out of bed but I am wearing thin loving him and saving some one else.

I know there is no saving Craig he was doomed from the start but you can't blame a girl for trying. He gives you that lost puppy dog vibe. Do you have the heart to leave the lost puppy dog to be trampled by the world? I can't leave the puppy. I must feed it and help it but that doesn't mean that other puppy's don't penetrate my vision.

I know I sound confused and all mixed up but for the only time in my life I see things clearly no through that gray film I had over everything that film of sadness. I see things with the vibrant color of hope and love.

A part of me will always care for Craig and all of me know I can't leave him. He just couldn't deal and I will not be his demise his reasoning for hating the world and himself even more. I just don't have the heart to abandon him like everyone else has. I don't want him to right about girls but I guess I am making him right in a way but you can't help which way your emotions flow with guilt no more then you can change the course of a river with a single stone

So I keep on loving Sean and trying to Save Craig. I know when this mystery is solved and the jig is up my world will crack in half and I will go crazy form the after math. Some Jumps are just worth the crash at the bottom.