Dimensions

Leaving

James woke up near the break of dawn and felt it, the time has finally come, the time to leave her.
Cassandra laid beside him with her arm under her head. She looked like an angel, she looked like heaven.

"I'm sorry," He whispers to her as he gets out of bed.

She doesn't move a muscle, while all of his grow weak with despair. He just leaves the room, just leaves her asleep, and justified it with the fact that it'd be better this way.

James walks to the couch and begins gathering his things. He pulls his black v-neck over his head, flings his coat on, pulls up his pants, and ties his shoes waiting for someone to wake up...waiting for her to wake up and ruin his plans. The 
thought of how he's going to kill Gabriel and save Sarah sends shivers down his very spine.

"James?"

He freezes, he was so sure no body would hear him as he left.

"What are you doing?" Serena's voice whispers as she exits her bedroom in a robe.

James turns with his car keys in hand, no smile to be seen.

"I'm leaving," he whispers.

"Leaving?" Her eyes widen.

"I have to Serena, we talked about this—"

"We also talked about a future for you and her."

"Serena, that's never going to happen for us, and I hate that!" He whispers.

"Don't go then."

"I can't do nothing, her friend is down there and I need to end this."

"James..."

"No, stop, this is it. I'm not giving in Serena, please...just tell her that I said goodbye and I'm gone to get a couple of things."

"And if you don't return?"

His eyes glass over quickly and show his vulnerability for Cassandra to her.

"Then...tell her that I love her and that...I miss her with everything I am," he walks out the door and leaves his future behind inside.

James refuses to let himself look back or turn around, he has to keep going.

Pushing the hard wood door open he's welcomed to the cold and he draws his collar near him.

"Hell better be warm," He chuckled darkly.

James unlocks the car and let's a long breath go as he opens his door.

"I'll be seeing you," He whispers as he shut the door to the luxurious car.

The leather seats warming under his very touch of a button, the car roaring upon the turn of the key, and the lights brightening upon his arrival.

He back down the driveway and back onto the road, back on his journey, and back to Gabriel. James grabs the steering wheel tightly, whitening his knuckles, and concentrates only on one thing...Gabriel.