She will not miss him this time.

He should stay away for good!

She hates him, he feels nothing for Her.

But every time he spreads his wings, She can not control Her emotions.

She finds Herself stumbling into his direction,

as though he'd take off at any moment.

He makes Her feel safe.

He makes Her feel special.

He makes Her feel Important and loved.

Just long enough for Her anger to diminish,

and transmute into pain.

As he unlaces Her fingers from his neck.

"I love you." His famous last words,

to wich She never replies.

Instead, She quickly turns Her back, to avoid confrontation,

and to shoulder his big warm hands as he kisses Her crown.

"Take care of your moms."

A cheeyz line he probably read in one of his Raymond Chandler novels. She imagines.

The engine starts to hum softly, and the tires make a crackling sound on the loose asphalt.

She feels the sensation of his hawk-like eyes fall over Her,

but fights every urge to turn around and call out to him.

Instead, She cracks like a broken mirror and counts the tears that roll off Her face.

In Her mind they make the same sound as a heart beat hitting the earth.

Marther does her best to comfort Her, but She is not on good terms with Marther.

Marther doesn't understand Her as the "Hawk-man" does.

They tread slowly, all the way to the steps where she attepts to mark each one with a salty tear.

But she fails as they reach the tall ugly doors.

As the doors behind Them shut, so does She.

She just wants to be left alone right now.

She drags Her limp body all the way to Her room,

Locks all the doors and lay parylized on the floor...

She wishes to break something...

But She is far too tired.

With no energy left, She shuts Her eyes.