God how he loved her….but what could he do? With so much against them he knew he would never be given the chance to make her happy.

He almost cried as he prepared his things. How he wanted to stay, to hold her in his arms, to kiss her, to let her know that she was the only thing that made him happy.

He slipped back into the bedroom just to watch her sleep. She snored softly and he smiled, she was the most adorable thing he had ever seen. If only he could stay…

He walked down the stairs as quietly and quickly as he could. Grabbing his bag, he put his hand on the door knob. He didn’t fight the tears anymore. They flowed and there wasn’t any way to stop them.

Why did he love her so much? No, that wasn’t the right thing to ask himself. He’d be here all night answering…but why in the bloody hell did it have to be so hard to leave?

She would understand why he left, but it would hurt her. He closed the door behind him and had the car cranked and down the road within a minute, the tears still flowing.