"No" she cried letting a stream of tears run down her face. She was standing in the doorway looking in the house at him.He had turned to his side at her demand showing her his profile. His black curls shined in the light of the fire that was lit in the fireplace next to him. The shadow of stubble traced his jaw and chin. He had put his hand over it and was now rubbing it. She stood there shivering waiting for a response. It had been a stormy night that day and the rain and wind urged her to one side. The cold wind pressing up against her wet cheeks making her face turn a bright shade of scarlet.
"You cant let me go!" she blurted. It was so cold. She just wanted him to open his arms, call her crazy and hold her tightly. But she knew that wasn't going to happen so she just stood there in the cold staring at him, memorizing every last detail, from the way he turned to the way his hair glowed with the fire.
He looked up and stared at her. His blue eves shimmering with what seemed like seemed to be tears. He looked at the carpeted floor and said softly but gravely, "Just leave. And close the door on your way out. You're letting in a draft". The words burned his throat as they came out. A pain to intolerable to describe.
She gasped and crumbled down on his door step, tears coming out with no sign of stopping. She lifted her shaky arm and closed the door. A numbness surrounded her body. A feeling of regret and remorse and sadness and anger but most of all, pain. Pain all over her body and not just from the cold.
He collapsed on to the chair behind him. He no longer had the strength to hold himself together. Tears came crawling out of his eyes. He had known what he'd done but he didn't regret it. He couldn't bear to see her. Her long beautiful brown hair that appeared black in the rain. Her Bright green eyes the remained bright even in the most unbearable pain. Her plump kind lips that formed a slight frown when hurt. He couldn't see her because he knew that if he did, he would run back into her arms again. Perhaps its for the best he thought to himself. But he knew that was a lie. He knew that she was kneeling down on his front steps crying in the cold rain and thunder. No. He could not do this anymore. He could not pretend to be something great when he wasn't. Not without her. He got up and took three long strides and opened the door.
