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She recovered herself, feeling even emptier than before - if that was humanely possible. She gathered up her self-esteem and proceeded to run a bath and pour herself a large glass of wine.

She divested herself of her crumpled suit and climbing over the edge of the monstrous tub, sunk deep into the roasting water. She pulled her head under, letting the scolding water chase the tension away from her muscles. She stayed under for as long as she could, she deprived herself of oxygen to see how far she could push herself. She resurfaced again, gasping for breath, her thoughts still blundering over their conversation. They were two fully grown adults, why couldn't they conduct themselves like so. She couldn't quite believe she had slapped him so forcefully, so venomously.

She breathed in deeply and took a gulp of the wine, allowing the smell of the bubble-bath to clog her over-worked mind. She didn't want to know where he had gone; she wanted him dead because of this. Because he loved her, what a horrible desire, how wretched to wish someone dead because they adored you, and even worse you returned the ludicrous sentiment!

If he had never existed, her life would be fine. She would survive in her loveless world, functioning robotically, living her mundanely rigid days without the slightest hint of emotion shining through her veneer of iciness.

She could still hear the snarl in his voice, the horrible growl that he had never used on her before that evening. She had pushed him to the edge, to breaking point; she had tested him to see how long it would take. She was fearfully cruel in that respect but for all she desired and loved him more than anything on the planet, she detested him.

A solitary tear tricked down her cheek and she wiped it away roughly, taking a massive gulp of the wine again. She felt slightly hazy, as if in front of her was a misty film. She let the tears fall again and did not stop them. For just a moment, she wanted to be free of this skin, this shroud. She wanted to fly, to be free to go wherever she desired and love whoever and whenever she chose. She wanted to stop this unforgiving coldness, the evil hardness that prohibited her. She wanted to love him, hell, she loved him more than her life.

She wanted to scream, and she did. A painful, throat-ripping scream tore from the back of her throat and echoed round the marble walls, bouncing back and piercing her ears. No one would come to her, for as her suite was sound proofed, it made no difference. She screamed until it hurt, until her throat burned. She loved him, she loved him. It was all of this, all of this that prevented her from opening up to him.

Why was it so impossible for her! Again, she sipped the syrupy liquid, she closed her eyes and imagined him. The way he would feel to kiss, the way her body would feel cradled next to his. She was unable to do this any longer, to fight him. She wanted so desperately to give in, to love him.

She could think no longer, her mind was so frayed with pain. She felt her eyes grow heavy and her body grow that limp way in the freezing bath water. She dropped the glass suddenly and it smashed onto the white tiles and the wine, like blood spread onto the floor in a ghastly puddle and seeped into the grout of the tiles. She startled and a feeling of nervousness came over her, as if something was not quite right, as if something had went terribly wrong. She dismissed it with a sense of unease and clambered out of the bath, wrapping a soft towel around her shivering body.

She walked past the wine and shattered glass and climbed into her bed, leaving the bath still full and the suite in the general mess it had become in the last few hours. A concoction of the exhaustion of her mind and the numbing of the wine put her to sleep as soon as she slipped between the silk sheets.

He was vaguely aware of being hoisted up, a fantastic amount of commotion ensuing around him. His eyes kept sliding shut and he couldn't fight the battle to stay awake. Through his soaking clothes, he could feel the hot spurting of blood from what he assumed was a wound in his side. A paramedic, who's face was blurred by the blood in his eyes was muttering incoherently to him in a feeble attempt to keep him awake. Dangerously, the ambulance swerved around a corner and he felt momentarily invigorated but then, the dull feeling of languid sleep came over him and his eyes slid shut. He fought it but it was over powering and again, he slipped into darkness.

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