I can do this. She thought to herself. Just ring the doorbell. She was standing outside of his house, hand moving back and forth along with her thoughts. That was when she heard yelling coming from the house, one of the voices being his.

The yelling frightened her, making her slowly back away from the door and plan to run off.

But before she did she turned to face his house, and she gasped in happiness when she saw him in his window.

He was crying. He had a bruise lining his jaw. Seeing him in in pain was like someone punching her heart. He turned to see her standing outside his house, staring at him.

His brilliant blue eyes were full of such sadness. He stared at her for a long moment before closing his blinds.

She understood. He had given up.

He needed hope. She was his hope.