• He left.

    That was all my mind could comprehend at the moment.

    After coming home to find his car gone, his clothes missing, and only one dog still remaining, my dog, I knew he had left. For good.

    Well, he had run away again.

    I walked through the empty apartment. I had never really taken the chance to look at it in the dark. Maybe that was my problem, I thought. I never really saw. I never really saw what he could do to me.

    The apartment has never felt so cold.

    I needed him back. And he hadn’t been gone that long.

    I don’t know why I loved him so much. I wish I could understand his thoughts. Dissect him. But then, the mystery would fade.

    He wouldn’t be Doom any more. He wouldn’t be the boy I fell in love with. I could almost reach out and touch him; his face was so clear in my mind. Angelic, beautiful, deep blue eyes that could dissect your thoughts before you could. Strong, high cheekbones and a beautiful widow’s peak that shaped his face into a perfect heart. Beautifully shaped lips, luscious and always a blessing to kiss.

    And a soul innocent enough to break your heart.

    True, in this case. Kind of ironic, too.

    I should have known. I should’ve known.

    Why couldn’t I see what he’d do to me?

    I was stupid, I told myself, as I walked into the kitchen. The dark, dreary kitchen. It didn’t retain any warmth tonight. I was met with the icy black stare of the refrigerator. It was then that I noticed the note, scrawled in his sloppy calligraphy.

    “Be safe.

    Ich Liebe Dich.


    ~Doom”