• 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. To her. Omarosa.

    She had broken him down, built him up again, and repeated the process so many times that he didn't know where to turn without her. Well, he knew to turn to me. He used me to get better, and left. Always with a note. He couldn't say it in person. He was never the type to harm anyone, let alone me.

    I was one of two loves in his life. I loved it hated it.

    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.

    Maybe I saw it all along. I just made excuses for him.

    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,
    I love you.

    Doom