A/N – A lot different than the other things I've written. Prose-ish and angsty-ish. I hope you're not confused. I felt one of those urges to post something. Make of it what you will, and then tell me what you made.

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"Let me go," she says. He doesn't answer, but his eyes talk for him. 'I can't do that'. "Forget me." Shouldn't she be crying? He already has. 'I won't do that.' "Say something at least." He opens his lips but no sound emerges. The tears won't come. Won't come. 'Just cry.' She won't let herself.

"Stay," he doesn't sounds as desperate as he feels. It took so much effort for that meager syllable. She laughs ruthlessly. He looks away; feels ashamed. He's fallen into her trap again. He's once again her prey. At her mercy. Vulnerable. He's too far gone. Too. Far. Gone. He needs to scream. She won't cry.

"You think that'll stop me? That one little word?" His heart shatters for the 200th time that day. She just has to bring him down (could he get lower?) 'Oh yes, so much lower. Don't make me beg.' Does she even care? He loves her. He can admit it now. 'She loves me, she loves me not. She loves me…'

"Do you want to go?" He's hoarse and afraid of rejection. She feels her body melt. She doesn't. She wants to stay. Oh please, she thinks, oh please. I'm sorry. So sorry. I'm disgusting. I'm cruel. Don't make me go. He tries to act like she doesn't rip him open with every blink of her eyes. 'Say no saynosaynosaynosayno.'

"Yes." It hurts her to say it, but it hurts him more. 'Gouge out my eyes next time, please, love. That way I won't have to see that look on your face. That look on your oh-so-beautiful face.' She forgets what he looks like when he smiles. He wants to scream. She won't cry.

"Then go." The words burn as they come up. She smiles cruelly and picks up her bag, cleverly hiding her trembling fingers. She'll count the hours until he comes after her. Like so. many. times. before. He won't go this time. He knows that if she walks out he won't follow her. He'll curse and cry and scream and die but he won't follow her. Not this time.

"See you later, love." She mutters, her eyes piercing his. He can't stop his heart from constricting in his chest. 'No you won't. He shakes his head, but doesn't answer. She's praying he'll try to stop her, but he doesn't. He's praying that she'll stop messing around and just leave already. The look on her face is AGONY ENOUGH. As the door shuts behind her she pauses, her back against it, knowing that he'll follow. Minutes pass, and she can't seem to move. Why hadn't he come out yet? Didn't he want her? Wasn't he going to try and stop her? Didn't he LOVE her?

And then she hears him scream.

And then she cries.

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P.S. The pairing is Angelina and ? Who do you guys think it should be? It can be whoever the bloody heck you want it to.

P.P.S. I kinda made her a prat in this, eh?