Dead. He was dead. I didn't see it with my own eyes, but I knew he was dead. She had taunted me, told me of her deed. Told me that she had killed the love of my life. I felt so empty. I could do so much to save my patients, but I couldn't even save the man that I loved. I was devastated.

I floated through the school, ignoring the sympathetic smiles I was getting. None of them understood what I was suffering. None of them understood.

I didn't realize where I was going until I opened the door to his office. He had been a professor, teaching the students everything he knew. Everyone loved him.

Nothing was out of place. His desk was organized, minus the small pile of half-graded papers near the front. His chair was still swiveled as if he had just gotten out of it for some coffee. The coffee pot was still brewing, it was still early in the morning.

I walked over to the chair, where I found his suit jacket slung over one of the arms. I picked it up and wrapped it around my shoulder, crawling into his chair.

His smell surrounded me, the warmth of his jacket allowing me to forget for just a second. I closed my eyes and the memories began to rush in.

There he was, smiling politely as he held the door open for me.

There he was kissing me goodnight.

There he was, down on one knee, asking me to marry him.

A knock on the door jolted me from my happier memories of the man. My eyes snapped open and I looked over at the door to see his younger brother. I couldn't help but compare the two, finding the similarities. I needed anything familiar to keep me grounded.

"He's really gone... isn't he?" He asked, his voice cracking. I simply nodded, unable to speak as the tears started to fall and my lips trembled. He walked over to me, wrapping his arms around my shoulders in an understanding hug. The tears fell faster.

"I want him back." I blubbered, burying my head into the crook of his neck.

"Shh, shh, I know... I know..." I could tell that he was trying to bite back his own tears; with no success. He broke down about a second or two later, crying into my arms.

We cried for hours.

A pair of eyes watched as the two cried from the window.

The eyes were full of sorrow. Big, sorrowful, blue eyes.

Someone walked up behind him, her voice cold when she spoke. "Don't fret. They'll get over you sooner or later."

He spun around, raising his fist, before lunging. "You bit-"

"Ah, ah, aah.~" She crooned, waggling her finger in his face. "Don't forget our deal. You, or her."

His shoulders sagged in defeat. "But why..? You're her mother... Why would you do this?"

"Beacuse it's fun."