Wind whipped dark hair in the equally dark night, and the heroine swept it behind her ears. She brushed her fingers along the edge of her pale pink mask as she looked out from the brink of the building she stood on. Her companion was a step behind her, off to the side a little, but she was trying to ignore him and his bright green eyes and messy hair.

"I need you to leave," she rasped, swallowing thickly. She couldn't meet his eyes, just couldn't, because she knew what she would see when she did. She would see pain and heartache and, worst of all, fear. Not fear of her, but fear for her. He was scared for her because of what she was about to do, scared that he would lose her and she would never return.

And that was why she had to do this now.

"Why?"

How could one word, whispered so softly, break her so badly? It brought tears to her eyes, and she finally met his gaze. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw exactly what she had thought she'd see in those piercing eyes, and she squeezed her own shut, a single tear slipping down her cheek. A soft finger brushed it away, and she flinched, causing him to pull back quickly.

"Because," she finally managed to get out, her voice choked with emotion, "I can't think straight around you. And I need to think straight right now."

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A/N:
Hey, everyone! I'm back with another story! I know it's been a long, long time, but I've been going through some stuff... I'm sure you understand, right? Anyway, let me know what you think!
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Emma