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My hands, they're strong

But my knees were far too weak,

To stand in your arms

Without falling to your feet

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"Are you here to see Mr. Maverick?" Tony looked up from the computer screen, smiling at Daisy.

Daisy dragged a hand through her freshly cut hair, a nervous look on her face. "Yeah, uh ... is he home?"

"I believe he came home early this afternoon." Tony replied, moving from behind the front desk and walking over to one of the elevators. "Come on, I'll let you up."

"Thanks."

Daisy was nervous to see Jericho for the first time in over a week. Her poor heart was thumping against her ribcage with anticipation and the fear of his reaction. She was at his place for a reason and before things got too far and serious between them Daisy had to put an end to the web of oblivion they were living in.

They knew from the beginning they were two complete different people living complete different lives and sometimes things so different were bound to react negatively.

"Are you alright?" Tony asked, peeking at Daisy's nervous movements, before he proceeded to type in Jericho's penthouse code.

Daisy nodded, wringing her hands before she stopped and unconsciously began to bite on the inside of her cheek.

"Honey, you look pale." Tony worried, taking in the girls shaky posture in and her pale face that contrasted with her nearly black hair. "Do you want to wait down here and I'll  call Jericho down?"

Daisy stepped into the elevator, ignoring Tony's curious gaze. "T-thank you, but I'm fine."

As the elevator doors shut and the metal box began to move up, Daisy could feel her nerves sky rocketing. She was scared, sad and honestly a little heartbroken. No, they hadn't been seeing each other for long, but somehow when they were together Jericho had always managed to make Daisy feel comfortable and the best part was Daisy had always managed to be herself with him. She never felt the need to try to be someone she wasn't.

As the elevator doors opened, Daisy hadn't been prepared for the sight before her. Rushing into Jericho's apartment, Daisy dropped to floor in front of Jericho, blood gushing from a large deep cut on the palm of his hand.

"Where is your first aid kit?!" Daisy was so panicked, her eyes taking in Jericho's bloodied shirt, his cut up hand and the dazed look on his face.

Jericho lifted his hooded eyes towards Daisy, his face contouring into anger, silver eyes blazing with fury. "Tori, you ... you fucking bitch. I hate you."

Daisy was frozen, her heart dropping to her stomach, unconsciously taking a step back from Jericho's angry form. She knew he was drunk off his ass, but that he'd confuse her with Tori ... it hurt.

"P-perfect little Tori for once speechless?" Jericho chuckled menacingly, before pointing at Daisy. "You know, you ruined everything. You left me. You made me depressed for years ..."

It was then that Daisy noticed the mess in Jericho's living room; pictures of Tori strewn everywhere, shattered glass on the carpet, and a empty bottle of whiskey laying near Jericho's feet.

Getting to her feet, Daisy hurried to find the closest bathroom on the search for Jericho's first aid kit as the drunk man mumbled away, his speech completely slurred. Daisy's heart was racing as she opened cabinets, her hands shaky as she looked under the sink. She had never seen Jericho so angry or even drunk. It put a little fear into her. Usually the billionaire was calm and collected, a charming smile on his face, but now in the confines of his apartment he looked like a completely different man.

Opening his medicine cabinets, Daisy regarded the fact that she was invading his privacy. It wasn't like she was searching for his depression and PTSD pills, but as she read the labels on the bottles and the high dosages, she realized Jericho had a side he had hid from her, from the whole world. Even after finding out that Jericho battled with something as dark as depression and PTSD, it didn't seem to lessen or drown out Daisy's feelings for Jericho. He was human and everyone had battles of their own.

"You did this! You made me sick!" Jericho stumbled into the bathroom, the blood from his hand dripping onto his white marble floors.

Daisy's wide eyes became glassy as watched Jericho near her. He snatched the pill bottle from Daisy's hand and threw it against the wall. The white lid popped off and the pills fell on the floor.

"I-I'm sorry." Daisy cried. Jericho was so angry it was scaring her and she was actually fearing he would physically hurt her. The only thing she could think of was to play the part. "I'm sorry J-Jericho. I never wanted this."

"It's too fucking late for sorry." Jericho touched Daisy's short hair, twirling his fingers in the dark locks. "I was starting to get better. She was helping me get better ..."

Daisy could smell the whiskey on his breath, making her inch back, just to be pressed up against the porcelain sink. Her hands reached forwards to push Jericho away, but he was far more stronger as he stepped into her personal space, slim fingers grabbing her chin.

"You made her doubt my feelings. You made me doubt myself and I hate you for that." Jericho whispered, his bloody hand landing on Daisy's pale cheek, as he cradled her face in his hands. Tears began to fall down Jericho's face, as he stared at Daisy, his lips inching towards hers. "You look the same, but ..."

Jericho had pressed their lips together, soft lips trembling under the pressure of his. The taste of whiskey on his tongue as he deepened the kiss, pulling Daisy closer to his body. The girl was unresponsive, her eyes wide as she stared at Jericho, afraid that if she closed her eyes she'd lose herself in the kiss and weaken under his touch.

"You look the same, but my heart races when I'm with her. When I'm with Daisy I feel like I'm the happiest man alive. But when I'm alone you, ..  you pull me down into  the darkest hell and I can't drag her down with me." Jericho confessed, silently crying as he stumbled his way back into the living room, before slumping onto the expensive couch.

Daisy trailed behind him, a towel in her hand and her face damp from her tears and the blood Jericho had smeared on her cheek. Inching towards Jericho, Daisy noticed that his eyes were closed, his breathing slow as if he were sleeping. Wiping her eyes, Daisy made fast work to wrap Jericho's hand, his fingertips burning into her skin.

Confessions of love were supposed to be sweet and usually ended in hot steamy sex, but Jericho's confession made Daisy even surer of her initial intensions. They needed to end things between them. It wasn't healthy for Daisy to feel like she'd always be Jericho's second choice and clearly it wasn't healthy for Jericho to be with Daisy. The main reason being her similar looks to Tori. They were toxic for each other and they both came to that realization.

Daisy stepped away from Jericho and began to clean up his mess. She packed Tori's pictures up and lined the boxes in the far corner, as Jericho slept away the booze. Finding some cleaning supplies under Jericho's kitchen sink, she cleaned up Jericho's blood as well as the broken glass. Nearly fifteen minutes had passed and Daisy knew it was time for her to leave. Covering Jericho up with the small duvet that was hung over the love seat, Daisy hesitated but reached into her bag after a few seconds. Pulling out the letter, the one Daisy had previously written just as a back up incase Jericho hadn't been home, she placed it on his coffee table.

It was a coward move, but Daisy wasn't sure if she'd be able to face him head on again. So after kissing Jericho's warm cheek, Daisy stepped onto the elevator and rode the seemingly long way down to the lobby.

Her hair was a mess and she still had blood on her cheek, but that was all forgotten as Daisy struggled to keep her composure, at least till she was in the privacy of her home.

"Can you call his sister Alyssa?" Daisy whispered, as she stared at a wide eyed Tony. "Tell her Jericho needs her."

Daisy didn't wait for an answer, as she slipped out of the luxury apartment building, ignoring the paparazzi snapping pictures of her disheveled look.

She was hurting, but she knew Jericho was hurting more.

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A dark chapter :D What did you think?

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Are they making the right choice?