I left Stone for two weeks. And it was the most crushing two weeks I had ever lived through. I wandered the streets, I crashed a few pubs. I got drunk and ran the whole city to dust, with my smart mouth, and ill attitude.
     "So why don't we just fuck and get on with it?"
      A young lad drunken and bent on drugs fondled me, roughly grabbing, and kissing all over me.
     I was drunk, but not that drunk. And I didn't like the way he smelled, he looked, or the way he talked.
    Because he wasn't Stone, and I knew that was the problem from the beginning. But trying to live a life without him, I'm slowly realizing isn't quite possible, I knew this world because of him. I knew how to stand my ground, because he enforced it.
      And I had to make my way back to him before I truly came undone, but I didn't have the words. I didn't have the heart to explain to him why I left him. Why I couldn't tell him how I knew of his mother before he told me of his mother.
     How I had to leave him before Iven saw who I was because it could affect the time he and I are in. Where Stone does not exist, and I was so stupidly on a quest to find him.
     But I've found him, and I had him. But me being a foolish girl I lost him.
     "Let me go." The harsh shove to his chest, and my solid anger that projected through my voice, hinted that he do so, and promptly.
      "Fine, sorry." He muttered with a scowl.
       "Go away. I'm done with you, you're filthy." I insulted him, but more so myself. Because I was self conflicted, with my arrogance.
       Rolling my eyes I danced myself away, and back onto the town with my new heart, and hellish ways.
    I was a heartbroken girl mad at myself, for letting such a wonderful thing go to ruin, so very quickly, so terribly.
      I wanted to go home. Not to my home, but ours, the one he built, and welcomed me with open arms.
        To sleep next to him, to feel his air enter and exit his body, I yearned to watch it, to feel the rising up of his chest as it pummeled down slowly.
       His eyes, and the tranquility of acceptance they held to them so lovingly.
      The wisdom, his wisdom. His words.
          The tears were drowning my skin in its agony, and I could hardly breathe, as I ran down the street, slowly. The weight of my heart being draped around my neck was too heavy to bare.
   I have seemed to forgotten what my home was, I was lost because of Stone, I was lost because of the beauty I found in life, here with him.
        I don't remember how I got here, I'm not even sure on how. All I know is that I've missed an entire year, a year has gone by, and I left everything I did know behind.
      And the worst part of it is, I don't regret it.
But I do regret, leaving him.
               I need him, I want him.
       I love him.