I fell in love with the purple devil

Part 43

~Kilgrave's point of view~

She seemed shocked I would let her out of her own free will...hell so was I, but I was quickly running out of ways to show her at least some change. What else could I do? She was the one person I actually cared if I made miserable..I wish I could see her smile again...not because I made her, because she wanted too...she kept waiting like I would quickly tell her it was all a joke but after a moment searching my eyes she seemed to decide I was telling her the truth. She walked away slowly and I sigh heavily, putting away the bottle of whisky. I heard shuffling behind me but my head didn't turn until I heard the door shut. She...she left...she actually left! Here I am trying to show how much I've changed and she just walked out! That bitch! I was mad, but unlike any other woman, who I simply would have gotten over, I became sad...worried even watching between the ticking clock and the door for her return. She was coming back...she was..

~Four days later~

It seemed like I had fallen into hell...I haven't shaved, very scarcely changed my clothes. It had been four bloody days since she left! Four days! She told Jessica, I knew she did...any day now my door would be busted down and I would be dead at the woman who had tried and almost succeed in killing me....but...I didn't leave. I couldn't, what-what if she came back? I hated this disgusting, weak feeling. I moped around the flat, I cut off communication with everyone and those who I did speak to, I didn't even have the energy to control..What was happening to me!? All I could think about, night an day was...was her. That she was coming back, that she had to be..she wouldn't leave me, now that she knew she..wouldn't leave me on my own again. I hated that I cared, I hated myself, I hated her! But still, still I waited. I stayed by the door with a knife come the fourth night, let Jessica come, let her kill me, at least it would stop this horrendous feeling! What was this!? I hated feeling so, helpless, powerless! I was sitting on the couch in a crumbled dark blue suit, the football match before my glazed over eyes, barely registering my surroundings when there was a sound behind me, a sound I had been waiting to hear almost all week. I had left the door unlocked, which was so unlike me, and at this point had sprung up, going to the door as it opened. If this was Jessica, if this was it, I might as well get it over with...but I couldn't play it safe when it could be her. On the other side stood a startled Ann, finding me right at the door in my disheveled state. The place was a mess, failed cooking attempts and chinese  food containers, the only fast food I could really stand, strewn about the surroundings. "You...you came back.." I whisper trying my utter hardest not to smile, feeling strangely pleased. I had completely forgotten about the knife in my hand, until her gaze shifted to it and I tossed it carelessly on the couch. Her bandage was gone which meant her wounds had finally healed and in a burst of stupidity I went forward, enveloping her in my arms, feeling her ridged little body pressed against me.. "You...you came back.." I confirm with a smile, closing my eyes and letting myself enjoy the moment before she would kill me for the action.