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for him. I just want him, in every way. This heaviness that lingers in my chest seems to weigh more with each time we see one another. Why is it so dam hard? Love, relationships, they should not be this strenuous.
    He releases a huge sigh and gives up with my lack of words.
    "Goodbye Anile."
    Goodbye? You Bastard! I snatch my arm back - annoyed that he could give up so easily - and I leave. No more words, no more visible tears for him.
    Thankfully he doesn't follow me; he just stands still - like stone.
    As I step over my office threshold, this vague feeling washes over me and I wonder; did I imagine all his mind control? Was this all me - mentally fucking myself with my over analytical, overbearing imagination? Nervous butterflies flutter desperately trying to escape this strange emotion. Somehow, I keep walking away; I don't steal any glances from behind me, I just keep moving forward.
    I barely acknowledge the lift down, and when I finally arrive on the ground level, I'm annoyed at the sneaky eyes that are upon me.
    "No I am not dating Mr. Darks, so you can all resume your normal working pattern!" I snap in the hall. I gather all the dignity I have left and I leave.
    Once I get outside of Darks Lawyers, I relish in the free feeling as the coldness of London escalades over my skin. This is an absolute joke how trapped and controlled Elijah can make me feel! I rush and arrive in the underground, thankful that my train is here waiting. I push my way on between the busy working class citizens and sit on one of the awful blue seats next to an old woman who keeps eyeing me. I know she can see my red rimy eyes, so I try not to look at her - I cannot take pity from a stranger, it would be my undoing.
    I'm bitterly disappointed that my first job has turned out so badly, and that my... relationship, with Elijah has also. We were just starting to make progress, just starting to form a proper relationship - I think. I have basically suffered for nothing.
    Once I get off of the train, my thoughts plummet to below freezing – a feeling of - missing someone so much that you almost feel sick - makes an appearance. I have to hold my breath so I do not feel that horrid lump in my throat. I know that I'm just inches away from falling apart.
    I finally get home and feel somewhat safer; safe from everything that has happened and now I feel like I can let my emotions out. I reach my apartment lobby and once the lift pings open, I see Derek pacing back and forth.
    "Anile. I have been waiting for you. I rang the office and some lady told me that you have left and that you no longer work for Darks Lawyers."
    "That is correct." I mumble before I break into tears. I slowly walk towards him with my face cupped in my hands.
    "Oh Sweetie. Was it that bad? Why did you leave?" He says tenderly while walking towards me.
    "Derek, he doesn't want me, he doesn't want me." I cry.
    "Come on, let's get you inside and you can tell me all about it." He gently grips my shoulder to offer me comfort.
    I open my front door and Derek immediately leads me into my bedroom. He still has one affectionate hand on my shoulder.
    "You look tired and you need to sleep Anile. I will wait here for you, don't worry." He promises in a sympathetic voice. "Why doesn't he want you?"
    "Because I'm a virgin." I confess still sobbing. I sit on the edge of my bed, completely broken by Elijah's words that haunt my memory.
    "Is that some kind of a joke?" He lowers himself down on the bed next to me with awareness; he's worried, really, really worried.
    I shake my head defeated. He takes my face, wiping my tears away with the soft pads of his thumbs.
    "That is fucked Anile. What does he want? For you to be some kind of whore to have his acceptance?"
    "I don't know, I don't understand Derek. I have saved my virginity for someone special; after everything my father did to my mother - well you know why."
    "I know." He whispers defeated. "Go to sleep, all this will seem a little better after