A/N hey hey hey :) so here is another story, but this is dedicated to my bff/ sister from another mister emijo :D this is her story (like seriously, this is going to be her in the near future :p lol ily emi! 3) as is my m.o. this story would be dark and weird and twisted teehee xp
I stared into his pale blue eyes as he gently caressed my cheek. I leaned into his hand, and sighed contentedly.
"Do you have to leave?" I tried to keep the whine out of my voice, but was unsuccessful. He gave me a gentle smile and lightly kissed my lips. Discontent with only that, he moved his hand from my waist and trailed my spine, and cupped my face with the other. He groaned as I opened my mouth, and our tongues did a fiery dance.
When we finally broke apart, he leaned his head against my forehead. His breath tickled my cheek, and I resisted the urge to giggle.
"Damn, I wish I could stay. But you know I can't…I have a family and wife to return to."
We sighed in unison. It were these moments, these few blessed hours that we had, that I treasured the most.
"Why can't you stay with me?" I asked, tugging his hand for emphasis. "We could run away and never return! I seriously don't understand why you always go back to her." I pouted and crossed my arms across my chest.
"No!" I cried, stepping away from his embrace. "No." I repeated, softer this time. "Patrick, I can't do this anymore. I just…can't."
His arms dropped to his sides in defeat. "Neither can I Dyl, but I don't want to lose you." He stepped towards me again, but this time I didn't back away. I let him wrap his strong arms around my waist, and I leaned into his chest. He placed his chin on the crown of my head and sighed. "I love you, not her. I thought I knew what love was, I thought I loved her. But then…" his tone took on one of wonder. "But then I met you. Now I know what all those sappy love songs are about. Now I know what someone means when they say they can't go a day without thinking about someone, wanting, no, needing the feel of that one person's lips against theirs. Now I know, but now it's too late. She's the mother of my children. I can't just leave her."
I felt tears falling down my face, and I impatiently wiped them away. "Please…" My voice was barely louder than a whisper.
"I have a family." He replied, his voice no louder than mine.
He leaned back a little so he could see my face. Tenderly, he brushed away another tear and smiled.
"So I see you moved." He stated lightly, trying to change the topic.
I grimaced. I really hated where my parents put me this time. This time the room had no windows and only one door. The walls were painted a boring white and were bare, and there were only two sources of light- the one above and whatever light that streamed in through the small window in the door. The door even locked from the outside, so I couldn't sneak away like I used to. But yet, with all the new precautions they put in place, my Patrick was here with me.
"Yeah. Disgusting, isn't it?"
He smiled, his light blue eyes sparkling. "Nah. If you're here, then everything is beautiful."
I felt my face heat up. I ruffled his black hair in a playful manner in an attempt to hide my embarrassment. "Haha, yeah right. Only you are capable of lighting up a room, Mr. Patrick Dempsey." I joked. "You and your freakishly perfect hair."
"Dylanne Marie!" He gently scolded. "My hair is not freakish. It's gorgeous." He grinned, and I rolled my eyes at him.
He threw his head back and laughed, and soon enough I was laughing with him. He wrapped his arms around my waist again and nuzzled my neck. I brought my hands up behind his head and pulled him closer to me, knowing our time was limited.
He sensed it too, that urgency we both feel when our time is coming to a close, and squeezed my waist before letting me go. I felt the tears welling up again, but I swallowed past the lump in my throat. "So, um, I think it's that time." I turned my head away from him so he would not see my face.
"Yeah." He made no move to go, however.
"It's so hard…when you leave. I hate watching you leave." I whispered.
"If you close your eyes, it's not so bad. Then you don't see me leave." He whispered, his breath tousling my hair. I leaned into him, and he placed a small kiss on the back of my neck. I spun around so I was facing him and clutched his waist in a quick embrace. He hugged me back and too soon, he slipped out of my embrace.
Using two of his fingers, he gently closed my eyes. Placing a kiss upon the corner of each of my eyes, he murmured, "Don't look." I nodded and felt him step away. His soft footsteps receded down the hallway and soon enough I didn't hear them anymore.
I crumpled on the floor of my room and curled into a ball. I started to weep, hating that each time he left that I was reduced to a trembling ball of tears. "I would abandon my family just for you…" I murmured into my arm. "I would do anything just for you."
What hurt me the most was not his leaving me; it was that he would not do anything just for me, like I would do anything just for him.
"Wow. She really believes he's in there with her. Amazing." The man looked at the girl sobbing on the floor. He was barely able to see her through the small glass in the door, but he was able to make out her profile.
"Isn't it? When I first got her case, I couldn't believe her hallucinations were so vivid. She truly is special."
The first man snorted. "Yup, a special nutcase."
The other man laughed. "True. Aren't they all a bit…special?"
"That's why they're in there-" said the first man, jerking his thumb to the girl's room. "And we are out here, making big bucks off of their crazy."
The two men spun away from the girl's room, chortling. "True, true. Let's go drink to our special crazies!" The men laughed again, their voices bouncing off the walls of the hallway.
As they left the corridor, the guard saluted the two doctors as he slammed and locked the door to the hallway. "So I take it Dylanne's 'Patrick Dempsey' was there tonight, Dr. Parker?" He asked, smirking.
Dr. Parker nodded with a look of awe on his face. The second doctor grinned at his friend's reaction, and turned to the guard. "Johnny, we are going out for drinks. We'll be back before midnight."
The guard saluted the two doctors again. "Well then see you in a few hours, Dr. Parker, Dr. Daven."
As the two men walked off, Dr. Daven heard the guard mutter something about the 'joys of guarding a bunch of mad people' in a very sarcastic voice. He grinned. That's what you get when working in an asylum, he thought as he ambled out of the institution. Absolute joy, ha!
Ok, I don't really like the ending. It doesn't seem too strong, you know? But I honestly couldn't think of anything else to end with :S hmmm…anyways, hope you enjoyed it!
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