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Title: The New Childe
*Emphasis* ***************************************************************** The cold air blew across the man's skin as he watched her walk away. He had thought they were happy, but her fear of adapting to the human life had made her take back her demonic powers. Just a few days before, they had talked about what it would have been like to have children with one another, but unfortunately, she had discovered that she could have back her old life. To his defeat, she had accepted it and walked out of his life. In his eyes, nothing could ever make him happy again. He wanted nothing more then to just go after her and beg her to come back. He loved her, which wasn't a lie for him. She had said the same thing to him, but then she had broken his heart just like that. To him, that wasn't love. Love is when you are willing to accept something about a person because you love that person no matter what. He had loved her, despite her fear of humanity and morality. But did she care? No. She just took his heart and threw it away. Tears fell from his face as he watched her disappear. That would be the last time he would ever see her again and his heart no longer felt complete. He felt alone now that she was gone and he wondered how exactly he would survive without her. She had taught him something about love and he had chosen her to fall in love with. He reached up and wiped his eyes. {No use in crying for someone who has just broken your heart, Xander. She'll never be back.} More tears fell from his face as he closed his eyes and remembered the last time they had made love to one another. The more he thought about her, the more the pain would hit his heart. He opened his tear-filled eyes and walked back into his apartment. He opened the door slowly, looking around as he wished that she would just come back to him and stay forever. He came in quietly and shut the door behind him, locking it. He went to the couch and sat down slowly, putting his head in his hands and cried. His loud sobs filled the empty room that she would no longer come in contact with. He cried for their lost love, for her leaving, for him being alone, for them no longer making love every night, or for him never having the right to love. She had taken his heart with her and that was when he completely shut down. He stood from the couch and destroyed his living room. He broke lamps, windows, shelves, tables, cabinets, mirrors, glasses, plates...anything and everything that was breakable and in his path. He turned and looked at the mantle clock that they had gone shopping for together when he first moved into his apartment. He walked to it and looked at it through his blurry teary eyes. He touched it softly then screamed as he through it against the wall, shattering it to pieces. He held his head tightly as he fell to his knees in a puddle of tears. He sobbed for what seemed like hours until he had finally fallen asleep.
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