happy belated easter everyone! Sorry I'm incredibly late with this one (also 50SOF, I haven't forgotten about it, I sent the chapter to my beta and she's currently correcting all of my terrible mistakes!) but I was really busy and I couldn't find time to finish it. It's not beta read because I truly wanted to post it today, so all the mistakes are mine. enjoy and... sorry for the angsts?

Robin was the one to wake up first. He was used to get up at dawn, without even needing an alarm clock. The first thing he found before his eyes was Regina's beautiful face, just a few inches away from his; so close that he could feel her breathing against his lips. He smiled spontaneously, secretly wishing to find that marvel in front of him every morning of his life. He wanted to caress her face, kiss her temple and breathe a "good morning" in her ear; but, of course, he didn't. He didn't want to wake her up, he would never want to: she was so beautiful, sleeping in his arms once more, like an angel.

Slowly and reluctantly he got up from the bed, careful not to disturb her in any way. He suddenly realized that he still had the clothes from the night before on, that he smelled like fried chicken and that he could still taste the cheap beer they had been drinking the whole night. Thanks god, at least his head was not aching.

He smiled at the memory of the night before and blushed at the way it ended: "take me to bed" the way she had pronounced those words, the way she had practically purred into his ear. He remembered perfectly the way his body had immediately reacted to the sound of her voice, and how he had wanted with every inch of his being to take her right there, in the middle of his living room. He had to shook his head and bit his tongue to remember how fragile the broken-hearted angel that was in front of him actually was.
He was hoping with all that he was that she hadn't felt his reaction; or, at least, that she didn't remember it.

He walked to the kitchen, with the intention of preparing her breakfast. She surely needed some strong coffee, and, of course, something sweet. She would surely enjoy something sweet.

He smiled when he realized he was cooking for her for the very first time and, as he sliced the bread for the french toasts, he started humming. He was happy. For the first time in forever, Robin Locksley was happy too.

"isn't she lovely? isn't she wonderful? isn't she precious?" he whistled and his blue eyes sparkled at the perfect way that song fitted Regina Mills.

He put the food in the plates and arranged them on a tray, then he poured the coffee in his huge mug -he didn't mind the thought of having her lips where he'd just placed his- and covered it with a small cloud of cream. He couldn't help but giggle as he tried to imagine her drinking it, getting her nose tip first, then her whole face covered in cream. His heart was beating so fast, he simply couldn't wait to spend every moment with her; to watch her finally opening her brown pools and smiling at him just like the night before.

He carefully placed the tray on the bedside table next to her, letting the french toasts and maple syrup's fragrance invade her nostrils. He took the mug and, with a huge smile on his face, started moving it in circles underneath her nose. He tried not to burst into a helpless laughter as she unconsciously started making the worst faces he had ever seen in her sleep.

Her mouth was slightly opened, Robin could catch a glimpse of her tongue, heavily abandoned on her lower teeth. He saw her lips closing and there it was: her tongue gently caressed her lower lip, wetting it repeatedly. She was an actual marvel: the perfect mixture of sweetness and sensuality that had always characterized her.

He giggled, then he brought the mug near her nose, until the cream touched its tip, dirtying it. There they were, those eyes.

"mmh" she gently stretched herself "what's this scent?"

There it was, that sweetness.

He smiled, his eyes didn't dare to leave her face: he wasn't going to miss a single move she was making.

"I cooked you breakfast" he wouldn't even dream of telling her about the cream on her nose, she was going to find out herself, if ever.

"you cooked me breakfast?! oh Robin, really, that wasn't necessary!"

"oh but I wanted to. And I was looking for a kind way to tell you that you own me a pair of new shoes." she gave him a puzzled look, taking a slice of buttered bread "yeah, well, last night you threw up on mine. they were my favorites!" he watched as the strongest shade of red painted her cheeks immediately, making them warmer every second more.

Oh shit, she couldn't believe it! She was a disaster!

"r-really? I'm— I'm so sorry I thought… I thought I was able to control myself, I just—" she couldn't remember a single thing from the night before. At least, not since they walked out of the restaurant together. She was trying, she was trying really hard to revoke the memories into her mind but… she didn't even know how she got there. Oh my… she was in his bed, wearing just her panties and an almost transparent white tank top. They… they did not…

"don't worry. I was kidding." he burst into a laughter, making her freeze on her seat. "you… you don't remember anything?"

"not since we walked out of the restaurant." she admitted, the pace of her heart slowing down slightly. Despite she was relieved for his shoes, the thought of having sex with him and not remembering it was torturing her. No, it wasn't fair, it wasn't supposed to happen that way. She didn't want their first time to be like that.

"allow me to remind you, then." he leaned towards her, as closer as he needed to make her feel the warmth of his body. They were almost touching, and so were their lips. So damn close once again. She saw him smiling and stretching his arm to reach the tray, then he took a french toast and put it between his teeth.

Regina's heart was beating incredibly fast, she felt dizzy, her heart was spinning and she didn't even remember her name. How is this even possible.

"we went back home and you… practically fainted in my arms. So I took you to bed."

please take me to bed, Robin. he couldn't help but bit his lip cause, damn that voice.

"and that's… it?" her eyes still widely opened, her muscles completely tensed.

"well yes. Why? isn't that enough for you, Miss Mills?" he giggled

"no, no, I mean, yes! Of course yes!" he leaned back and she finally relaxed. She tried not to catch a breath of relief cause that would've been far too obvious, but God, she really got worried. Okay, maybe she was a bit disappointed by herself for being that stupid and getting drunk like a reckless teenage girl, but she was happy she didn't make anything she would regret the morning after.

"y-you… you undressed me." she looked down, between the white sheets she had slept between the whole night, the sheets she had caressed the night before while imagining them twisting and turning while he was inside of her, cherishing her, loving her.

Her face was still in flames.

"why yes, I had to. you smelled like fried chicken." he laughed, trying to play down the situation: the embarrassment was tangible, and Regina was grateful for the way he always offered her an escape.

He wasn't going to tell her they slept together, it was going to stay a secret between the two of them and those sheets. And his fantasies, his dreams —they were going to stay secret too.

He watched her as she finally smiled and sipped her coffee. She took a bit of cream on her index finger and licked it sweetly, without any mischief. She was simply being her beautiful self.

However, Robin couldn't help but notice how that gesture made him wish for some things he shouldn't wish for. Not with a fragile woman like her, not with a so delicate one.

"I'm gonna take a shower." he said, clearing his throat, trying with everything that he was to stop himself from thinking about Regina Mills' mouth closing around her own finger.

"what time is it?"

"half past six. I'll be quick, so you can take one too." or maybe we could do it together; he had to bit his tongue to stop himself from saying it out loud. The atmosphere was already delicate, another provocation and he would have exploded.

She nodded, taking another slice of buttered bread and mentally thanking whoever was watching over her for sending such an angel by her side.

It was when Regina walked out of that bathroom that Robin realized how much he craved for that woman. It wasn't just physical attraction, not even the simple desire of protecting her from the world: he wanted to caress that skin, every last inch of it. He wanted to look at her while the purest of pleasures invaded her eyes, he wanted to give her so much more than words could say.

He craved for Regina Mills, in everything that she was.

She was wearing a tight long skirt that caressed her curves and barely touched her knees. The rest of her legs was bare, exposed to his eyes, just like he remembered he had seen her the night before, when he had taken her jeans of of her.

Her skirt was pink, the first three buttons were opened and that forced him to bury his teeth in his lip one more time. The inevitable four inch heels that she wore the whole day- and he still couldn't understand how- were black, just like her long lashes.

The woman he had before his eyes was nothing like the girl who had dinner with him the night before; the one who drank cheap beer and ate fried chicken covered with sauces. He enjoyed these two sides of her, the thought that she could be his forbidden desire and the girl next door that he loved so much at the same time.

Because Robin Locksley loved Regina Mills and it wasn't a secret.

"is there something wrong?" she asked, feeling his eyes all over her. She blushed slightly.

"no, I'm sorry, It's just… You're… You're beautiful."

Her cheeks got even more red as a shy smiled colored her face.

"you're quite charming too." she giggled. He loved the way she always managed to bring up a laugh in a tensed situation that, inevitably, happened between them.

"why, thank you, Miss Mills." he smiled too, then he took her jacket: "come on, I don't want to be late because of you." he joked holding the jacket up her shoulders, offering to help her wearing it. Regina couldn't help but blush again as she lifted her arms like a lil baby getting dressed by her daddy. She felt Robin's hands slowly sliding down from her shoulders to her wrists; they were warm and she closed her eyes, wishing to feel them all over her body. She bit her lip, ashamed by her own mind: he was being so sweet and kind with her and all she could think about was getting in his pants.

"ready?" his voice arrived like a whisper straight to her ear that made her weak at the knees. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip harder. God, if he only imagined what he did to her…

"y-yes." she struggled against her own self not to moan.

"then let's go. I'll be waiting for you in the car." as soon as his hands left her arms she felt lost, completely. No, it couldn't be possible, she couldn't be so damn addicted to someone, she couldn't let herself suffer for a man again. There was nothing, apart from a beautiful friendship, between them and probably there was never gonna be since he kept on finding every possible excuse to run away from her when they were about to kiss. He had every right to live his life, find a woman who loved him truly and that he could love without feeling the need of being a paternal figure too.

He reached for him in the car and fastened her seatbelt. She tried to smile for the whole ride, but she didn't say a single word: she didn't want him to believe there was something wrong, but there was, and he was so damn good at pulling the words out of her mouth, it was inevitable for her to speak at some point. He knew her, his Regina wasn't that silent; at all. He removed his right hand from the wheel and slowly, discretely put it on her leg, making sure he was touching the fabric of her skirt and not her bare skin. He found her hand without even watching and made their fingers entangle. She turned to finally meet his blue eyes and he smiled:
"is something wrong?" he asked.

"yeah. I was just wondering when I will be able to drive my car again." she tried to convince herself that that was the reason she was being sad and silent the whole time, but it wasn't. There was something more. Something she was going to hide until she was forced to reveal it: "the idea of driving again scares me, Robin. I don't understand why…" but he could: that monster had stolen everything from her, had deprived her of her control, of her freedom. Everything she made, it reminded her of him, of the life she had been living until then. Probably, in that car she could still smell his perfume and feel his presence… that son of a bitch was still able to torture her, even when he wasn't there.

"This too shall pass, Regina. It doesn't matter how, I will buy you a new car if it's necessary, but, Regina Mills, you'll drive again. And sooner or later, Victor will be just a nightmare. You will live your life again, I promise." it was supposed to be just a thought so he was quite surprised when he heard himself saying it out loud. But he also saw the way his words made her finally smile, it was all that mattered.

"I don't think you need to buy me a new car, Robin, but if you insist… I quite fancy the latest model of Audi." she giggled playing with his fingers.

"mmh singular tastes I'd say, Miss Mills." he joked.

"exactly." they smile to each other one last time, then he concentrated on the road in front of him. Regina felt his hand slowly slipping away from hers as he placed it back on the wheel. She looked down and nervously bit her lip: how could she miss him in a simple gesture?

When he stopped the car in front of the school, at the parking reserved for the headmaster, her face darkened again: "do— uhm… do you want me to go first?" she asked in low whisper "or you, yeah, you should probably go first, I'll wait like… say five minutes before—"

"what the hell are you talking about?" he raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"I'm just saying that we shouldn't be seen together." for a second, her eyes got lost in nowhere, then she brought them back into his blue pools: "I don't want to get you in trouble."

"I thought we've already talked about this, haven't we?" his tone was sweet but severe at the same time. He didn't want to talk about that anymore, he didn't want her to think she was a problem for him. Everything he was doing was born out of… of love.

"I-I…"

"Regina, I don't care what everyone thinks. Between us there's just.. a beautiful, wonderful, simple friendship. If they want to believe us or not, I don't care." she looked at him, she saw the way his fingers clenched around the steering wheel as he pronounced the word "friendship", at the kind of shadow that darkened his eyes. She smiled, god only knew why.

"so let's go, Locksley, you don't want us to be late!"

The morning passed by incredibly quickly and she realized only when the bell rang for the lunch break that she had been smiling the whole time. She had never been so serene, neither she had wanted to come back home that much. God, that man had turned her life upside down and changed it in the best of ways.

She looked at the watch on her wrist and realized it was almost midday. She had promised herself she was going to thank Robin for everything that he'd done for her by offering him lunch and, unfortunately, the school canteen was the only choice possible right then.

"Ms. Mills" she heard somebody calling her name and she froze on her feet. No. Not him again. When she turned around, she found his figure standing right in front of her: Mc Kluskey, with that smug smile and that face she would have been more than happy to slap all day, with no mercy. Breathe.

"I don't have time now…" her voice was shaking as she cursed herself for being so weak. It's just a boy, Regina. Just a stupid boy.

"oh, yep. I know. You have to blow the headmaster off before the next period, right?" she heard him laughing and her brown pools filled with tears. If he thought that, then everyone else for sure thought the same. God, she had put both of them in trouble, she knew it. She had known it from the beginning.

"how dare you?"

"oh please, I saw the way you two look at one another. He devours you with his eyes at every chance he gets. You let him fuck you, don't you? Is that what you have to do to work here?" you let him fuck you, don't you? The same exact words Victor told her the night he—

She slapped him, hard, making the boy step back a few inches. Tears were now running free down her cheeks.

"don't you dare talking to me like that anymore, or I'll—"

"what? You'll tell Mr. Locksley? Yeah sure, maybe while you still have his cock in your mouth, while his voice is hoarse from moaning your name and calling you his little whore" another slap, this time on the other cheek. Her eyes filled even more with rage, sadness, desire of screaming.

She heard him laughing, his cheeks were burning, red as blood, but he didn't care: he was laughing.

"come on, tell Mr. Locksley. I can't wait for him to know what everyone in here thinks of him." Regina raised a hand to hit him one more time, but he grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand near his mouth. He spread his lips and licked her index finger, so slowly, while Regina struggled to free herself. Sighs were exploding in the room, her sighs, while he kept on laughing, he laughed at her and enjoyed every tear she cried, every suffocated scream. Shit, she couldn't let a student do this to her…

"mmh… so sweet, so naive." he moaned, closing his eyes to enjoy her taste better. "you could be the perfect whore for me but, you know, I'm very possessive. I like having the sole right." with a last sigh, Regina managed to free herself. Inside her head, there wasn't Mc Kluskey anymore, but Victor. Victor insulting her, Victor taking her dignity away and, slowly, even her life. Victor walking towards her, Victor abusing her—

She ran away. She shouldn't have, she shouldn't have been so damn weak, she shouldn't… but she didn't care, she just wanted to be alone and cry her soul out, until she'd had enough.

She reached the women's toilet, where she was sure no man could reach her; they scared her, every man scared and disgusted her. Every man. Except…

She exploded in a long sigh as the thought of Robin reached her mind. She wanted nothing but being in his arms, and maybe she would by now, if that idiot hadn't interrupted her plans.

She wasn't like that before. Everytime she walked into a class, everyone froze, everyone bow their heads. But that was before… him. She should have had the balls to drag Mc Kluskey to Robin's office and let him do his job. It was the right thing to do. But what should she've told him? "this idiot thinks that I work here only because i'm your personal whore"? or maybe "I shouldn't live at your place anymore because everyone here thinks that I'm a slut"? She was expecting something like that, she knew that school too well not to know how everyone in there reasoned. And, even though Robin didn't care, she couldn't ignore them. Not after everything else she had been through.
She felt the phone vibrating in her jacket's pocket and squeezed her eyes shut. She prayed that whoever was calling her was going to stop immediately, because tears were still rolling down her cheeks and she still couldn't control her sighs. But no, whoever it was, they weren't going to give up that easily, so she tried to fix herself at her best and picked the phone, even just to look at the name on the screen: "Robin". Her heart started beating fast in her chest and, for a second, she really thought he was her guardian angel. He was always there when she needed him, even when she just thought of wanting him by her side, there he was. A strange chill ran through her whole body and then a slight smile curved her lips:
"hello?" she tried not to let her voice sound as broken as it actually was.

"Regina! I'd been looking for you everywhere. I bought some very good lasagne at the school canteen. You know, not the best, but still, everything I managed to get. Just tell me where you are and, if you want, we'll eat them together, I—"

"Robin" she interrupted him. The smile on her lips grew wider cause, God, they've had the very same idea: they both wanted to see each other for lunch, be with each other, smile to each other again. Maybe he had missed having her around like she did. She bit her lip, cursing herself for even thinking of something so stupid. "I'll reach you. In your office?" while she talked, she wiped the tears from her face, checked her make up to make sure she didn't look a complete disaster.

"Regina?"
"yes?"

"are you okay?"

She bit her lip hard, holding back the millionth tear. It was crazy the way he could still manage to read her soul, even when he wasn't there. Damn.

"yes! of course I am, it's just… I'm at the toilet and—"

"oh, ok, ok, got it." she heard him laughing and she could almost imagine the slight blush on her cheeks.

"I'm coming."

"I'm waiting." and there it was. That warm smile and that deep voice she was madly in love with. God, she loved him, she was completely, utterly in love with him.

She put the phone back in her pocket and washed her face, then let the cold water wetting her wrists, her hands. She looked at herself in the mirror and got surprised by the way she had been able to substitute the shining of the tears with the purest of joys in her eyes; the joy of finally seeing him again, the only reason she was still alive.

She smiled at that thought, a brief smile that made him realize what she, deep down, already knew; she was in love. Hopelessly in love with Robin Locksley. What now? Was she going to tell him? Her heart beat crazily every time he was with him, as if it was pushing her to tell him everything she felt and more; but her head— the thing that had always prevailed on her heart, in every decision she made- her head was telling her to give up, that he deserved better, a woman he could build a family with, a woman with no troubles, without a past that will always haunt her. He deserved the best and that wasn't her.

She walked into his office with her hair completely, inevitably messed up; it always happened, when she was late, that some of her dark curls fell on her face while she ran to be on time, but this time she truly cared about her look. She didn't want him to see her like that, but it was too late: she was in front of him, feeling naked, completely naked under his blue, warm, welcoming blue pools that were looking straight to her soul, hoping that she could somehow understand how much he wanted her.

He cleared his throat and forced himself to take his eyes away from the marvel that she was: "hi" he smiled shyly.

"hi" she simply replied with a different sparkle in her eyes. She wasn't just happy to see him again, it was something more. She was relieved, as if she had just came home after a long, exhausting and horrible trip.

She brought her eyes to the table and found it perfectly arranged, as always since two weeks, for the two of them. He had even learned her tastes in wines and everytime made sure there was her favorite one.

Everything for her, that was his mantra.

They took a seat, one in front of the other and, for a long minute, silence was all that filled the room. None of them knew how to start a conversation, even though they both wanted to say a million things.

"how was your morning?" a simple, direct question. And he truly wanted to know. He wanted to know everything that was going on in that crazy head covered in dark curls. Every thought, every moment, he wanted to be a part of her life.

Regina flinched for a second, choosing carefully every word she was going to use: "long. exhausting. My stomach didn't stop grumbling for a moment." she tried to smile as her mouth closed around the fork again to taste the lasagna.

Okay, that was the truth! of course, not all the truth —not even closely, but at least she wasn't lying to him.

"I would have brought you something if you'd called me." he said, as if she had just insulted him.

"Jesus, Robin, there's no need! I'm perfectly capable of going down to the canteen and buy myself a donut if I'm hungry, I'm not a baby anymore." she rolled her eyes, under his blue, watching ones. He couldn't help but smile and reply with a simple:
"yes, you are."

She shut her mouth, immediately. The way he had said that, the way his eyes were sparkling— God, what was he trying to do? How dare him making her feel all those butterflies in her stomach? How dare him making her want something that, for the past three years, she had been terribly afraid of?

"no, I'm not." she smiled, but her cheeks were already burning red. God knew how much she was dying from licking her upper lip and biting it nervously; but she managed to hold herself back.

"are you contradicting your chief?" this time he was the one to bite his tongue, leaning closer to her, until their faces were just a few inches away from one other.

"what if I am?" their faces. So damn close once more, so damn eager to touch, to savor one another. This time, none of them was going to be able to control themselves, she was sure of it. And yes, maybe right then he wanted to kiss her, but it was wrong. She knew how goddamn wrong it was. They were playing with fire, pretending everything around them was worthless, but it was, a lot.

She couldn't let herself fall for a one-time-thing, not after all she had been through, not after spending her whole life without a simple glimpse of love. She didn't even know what it felt like to be loved by someone… she couldn't open her heart up to the first man she met, not even if she loved him to death, not even if she couldn't even sleep without dreaming of him. It wasn't the same for him —it just couldn't be.

"to be honest, I've… I've had a shit day." she breathed out. She saw Robin's eyes dilating, clearly taken by surprise; from the quick change of topic, from what she had just revealed him.

"what happened?"
"I-I—" she looked down. Maybe she shouldn't have, maybe she should have stopped suffocating him with her problems and hire a good psychologist. Maybe Robin didn't even care, maybe he was just trying to be nice—

"I keep seeing him everywhere. My job can keep my thoughts away but just for a little bit. The truth is… he took away my strength. The students can't even recognize me as their teacher and respect me anymore…"

"hey hey, hold on" he raised his hand, inviting her to stop talking for a second "first of all, that shit has not taken anything away from you, Regina, cause, since I met you, you did nothing but show me what a badass warrior queen you are." he smiled sweetly and watched her doing the same, looking down again, blushing slightly. He didn't even notice her embarrassment anymore, it was so damn unique of her, he had learned to love it. Just like the rest of her.

"also, and I want you to be completely honest, if someone's bothering you I want to know." he tried to keep on a calm tone, as if he was afraid of showing him how vulnerable he was when somebody touched the thing he loved the most.

Regina didn't reply, she just looked down. This time, however, she wasn't smiling; her face just as grey as the plate she was staring at to avoid his blue eyes.

"Christ, Regina! Who?"

"Mc Kluskey." she finally confessed, splitting herself in two parts: one tried to convince the other she had made the right thing; the other kept on repeating her how much of an idiot she'd been because she had just put herself in the millionth trouble.

"God…" she brought both of his hands on his mouth, as if he wanted to stop himself from shouting against god knew who. "what did he do to you?"

"t-to be honest it's… it's not the first time."

"what?"

"two weeks ago he… he called me a whore and… touched my butt." she kept on looking down and she was sure she had never been so red in her face. Right when Robin was about to say something, she continued: "today he… he did it again. He asked me to be his… his… woman" she just couldn't say it, not in front of him. But it wasn't necessary: he knew her well enough. "I pushed him away and I told him I was going to tell you everything" she fleshed her brown eyes at him for a second, but what she read in them frightened her. Rage. Pure and simple rage burning flames in those sparkling blue skies, a rage she had never seen before, not even when she'd told him about Victor. She couldn't tell if part of that rage was for her, but she continued anyway: "he laughed at me and told me" a deep breath, come on, you're doing great "he told me that of course you would believe me since we… sleep together." she made sure she had chosen the right words and, at each of them, she blushed, more and more. She was about to cry again, and both of them knew that.

"I slapped him and he called me a whore again. I slapped him once more and he… he grabbed my wrist and…" while she told him about the way Mc Kluskey's disgusting tongue -that reminded her of Victor's- had slipped on her skin, without leaving her a say in the matter, she started crying.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you, Robin, I swear, I just… I didn't know what to do, I was so weak!" she was there, crying on his chair, armless. A breath of wind would have been able to destroy her right then. His heart, his soul; both filled with a thousand of different, contrasting emotions. From one side he wanted to take her in his arms and protect her from the world; from another, he wanted to run out of that office, go find Mc Kluskey and beat him up, punch him so hard until his face bled. And maybe, while he did that, he would have thought of Victor, and of how much he wanted to do the same to him too.

He jumped off his chair, making Regina freeze right where she was, frightening her. He pressed both of his fists against the wall and took a long, deep breath, abandoning his eyelids heavily on his eyes.

He had to calm down.

He couldn't fuck up his whole career for a stupid, imbecile horny teenager; it just wasn't worth it. But God, the way he had treated her, the way he had dared to touch her…

"Jesus, Regina! You should have told me! You should have told me, I would have suspended him!" Regina let go a sigh, because the thought of him being angry at her had been confirmed and it was killing her.

"I'm so sorry Robin—"

"send me Mc Kluskey" he said lifting the telephone receiver without even listening to her.

She could almost imagine the old good Amanda dragging her head full of red curls in Mc Kluskey's class and tell him that the headmaster wanted to see him. And he wouldn't have been surprised, of course, it's all he was waiting for.

"I'm sorry Robin" he tried to repeat, but Robin simply nodded:
"I know. Now please, leave."

"w-what?"

"I don't want him to find you here. Leave."

With eyes full of tears and too many words left to say, she left that office. She ran to the toilet again and this time she threw up everything she had eaten; then she allowed herself to sit on the floor and cry, helplessly.

She had lost him.

thoughts?