Elsa's POV

"What are you doing here Elsa?" The whispering question left Mrs. Machel's mouth without any polite filters. I just stood there looking freaked out and like an idiot, because how would you have handled your girlfriend's mother who would hire someone to kill you if she pleased to do so. Her anger boiled up inside of her after she saw me standing there if she didn't attend meditation classes she probably would have held me by the hair and resented all her long growing anger out on me. She squinted her hazel brown eyes together and her pale skin started to turn red, I was kind of worried that she would faint from all of that pressure that elevated in her body.

"I'm here to see Jes," my quivering voice answered. She pushed me to the side and closed the door so Mr. Machel wouldn't see me. I knew she was about to pull the trigger and blamed me for what happened to Jessie, she loved blaming me, I would say it was one of her hobbies. I could have felt the heartaches building up inside of me, I hated the way Mrs. Machel treated me; I was like an outcast to her, it would take a miracle for her to accept me in her life.

"Young Lady!" She warned me. She pointed her finger to my face making me feel insecure and guilty even though I wasn't.

"I don't want you around Jessie anymore, make this the last fucking time you come around her Do you understand me?" I got lost in her words, I knew she didn't like me but Jessie always told me to not listen to what she had to say when it came to our love life. But at that moment I was drowning in hurt. Maybe I really should stay away from Jessie. Maybe I was the one who caused this because I made her go over the boundaries at her birthday party thinking that her asthma or any other medical conditions which I'll be finding out about sooner or later would have caused any hindrances. I was always the wild one, I liked taking risks, I was the curious party swinger and Jessie said she liked it.

Then it started to hit me. How would our relationship go on if her parents didn't like me? And I didn't want her to disown her family because of me. She said she'll do anything for me but disowning her family; no, I would never want her to do that. A family is everything, and I wish I had one.

"Fine I'll leave her but please let me see her one last time," I didn't even realized that I was crying until my nose was stuffed and I was gasping for air.

"You better make it your last moment with her because after she gets discharged she'll be moving back to the U.S with us." Mrs. Machel raging threat kept stabbing me and my inner demons wanted to jumped out on her but me facing such successful people in court, was a Nono. I really wished Jessie's family would just accept me, I know society wasn't what we Homosexuals want it to be, but at least give us some love. Even though Jessie was old enough to make her own choices and decisions, she was still mommy & daddy's little munchkin. They literally had her under control, Jessie told me that they even took her to this church when she first came out to let the pastor perform some kind of demon cleanse on her, I always laughed at that story. She had everything she wanted from nice cars to a six-digit bank account, she didn't need to work but regardless she still chose to. Her parents were Marketing millionaires, they even had their own company, and she never wanted to be a part of that but she still accepted their financial support.

They always wanted her to follow their footsteps but she was never the go hard type, she was rather the I'm the easy going type of girl, but I still loved her. Jessie and I met at a friend's party, I never thought that we would have ended up together until she asked me out and I obviously said NO, but that didn't stop her from still trying. She kept on trying to take me out on a date and I guessed I fell in love with her determination to get together with me. We had been together for the past three years and I won't lie, it had been great being with her.

I walked passed Mrs. Machel and made my way into the room. When Mr. Machel saw me walked in he stood up from the chair he was sitting in and walked out of the room immediately after his wife gave him a hand signal to "get out." The presumably 6'2ft tall man swiftly made his way past me, his cologne was rich enough to pay my rent this month. Mr. Machel was the face of many charities, the brown skin Indian man from Guyana was one of the thousands of Guyanese who left the country and made a name for themselves in a foreign land.

"Hey babe," I said to Jessie, her eyes were closed and she struggled to open them. I could see she was in pain and I couldn't help but cry my heart out in front of her. Her sexy low cut hair dangled across her forehead and her now dry and crusty rose red lips still looked lavishing even though white scab created a thin coat over it. Jessie was like a Goddess to me, her slender body and inked skin gave me life when I saw her. Not to mention her semi colored eyes; partially grey and black and her well structured facial features which she really got from her father, she was a to die for kind of girl and I loved her so much.

With a hoarse voice, she replied to me,

"Hi."

She only said Hi, which was quite weird, she never just said a line so plain to me. This might sound selfish, but I stopped crying and the sadness faded away from me for a moment. I knew I was clingy but she never replied me with just HI. I somehow managed to obliterate that thought from my mind and leaned in to kiss her forehead but she tilted her head to the side.

I got suspicious, obviously, an action like that from her called for a confrontation. She was never like that, she had changed which was over the edge unacceptable. Something like that happening in just a few days seemed like witchcraft to me. I pulled back and asked her what was wrong, I didn't know what I did wrong to deserve such behavior but I wasn't going to accept it, sick or not, I couldn't believe she treated me that way. She might be laying on a hospital bed, but she had enough energy to avoid me which was so rude, so I told myself she might as well tell me what was wrong or else things would be going down the wrong track.

"What's your problem, Jessie?" I angered out on her. I guessed that was the reason why she didn't return any of my calls or text, she was ignoring me. My aggression was waiting to erode like a volcano which was quite ironic because that was the anger I needed to give to Mrs. Machel as well. Jessie rolled her eyes and just ignored me, my mouth dropped at the ordeal sight of what I had just witnessed. I ran out of my apartment looking like a piece of shit, felt embarrassed and that's the Thank you; I got from her. She finally turned to look me in the eyes and said

"Please go away." And there was that feeling, the same feeling I had when Mr. and Mrs. Effer; my first foster parents, announced that they were going to be parents after ten years of trying to have a child of their own, I knew I should have been glad for them but after they gave me up, my heart ached for months.

I was heartbroken by her words, after all, we had been through that was it for us but why? I questioned myself. How did she give up on us so easily, was the human heart capable of doing such a sin. I know I was supposed to be the one who would end our relationship but why did she chose to do it, and what was her reason. I tried asking her but the bitch just wouldn't cooperate. But I didn't give up. I delinquently pulled her face up to look at me attentively and shouted, "What the fuck, Why?"

She then decided to answer me back after my persistent anxiousness to get an answer from her.

"We shouldn't be together anymore, I don't feel that love for you like before," and there it was; her answer. An answer that was so hard to understand. But I couldn't go further with our conversation, after all, I was supposed to break up with her tonight. So, I guessed if I did, the feeling wouldn't have been mutual after what I had just experienced. From then on, I could have felt the reality of hurt that Mr. Garfield felt when Mr. Carlton left him.

So that was her closure, It wasn't even the best. I tried touching her but she shouted at me and her Mom walked in and looked at us. I stepped back from the bed and started to cry, yes that was the dumbass I was. Anyways, I had to pull myself together because the only reason I got the chance to see her was because I had to break up with her. The hurt was real but I was worth it and I wouldn't let her hurt me like that. Shit Karma was a bitch, imagined if she still loved me and I broke up with her first, and you know what I am not a bad person either because I was willing to let go just so that her parents would be happy.

I said no more and just looked in her dispassionate eyes and said "Bye." My broken heart kept telling me to be strong, I wiped away the sorrowful tears that flowed down my cheeks and I walked out of the room and didn't look back. I made my way out of the hospital's exit looking depressed as fuck and whistled for a cab. Jessie was my everything but now she was just history, but I still couldn't get over the fact that we were no more.

The rain started to pour and I couldn't get a cab yet. I ran back under the hospital's shed and fold my arms because I was feeling cold. My tears dried on my face; my red eyes and cheeks, my constant sniffing, all made it drastic to the people around me that I was crying. The rain suddenly eased up and I ran back out to get a cab. When a cab finally pulled up in front of me a man came running up to me and asked if we could share the cab together and he was going to pay. He wore a suit and his black coat made him looked like he was someone that you should bow down to. He seemed really anxious to get somewhere and since the rain was going to start pouring any moment again it was quite hard to get a cab. Sadly, for a few moments, I got lost in his eyes which made me speechless and left me looking like a fool standing in front of him. His light grey eyes which had slight strokes of green was hard to not notice. Everything about this man was absolutely breathtaking his perfectly shaped face and well-emphasized body gave off the most magnetic energy.

"Hello!"

He waived a hand in front of my face and I snapped out of my imagination. I opened the car door and got in before the rain started to fall again. He stood there and looked at me as I sat in the car, his pleading gesture and his eyes made me just had to accept his offer.

"Are you coming or not?"

He smiled and hopped into the Cab with me and ruffled his wet hair with his overly beautiful hands. I actually got turned on by his dashing appearance. His presence made me forgot about Jessie for some time and I just started to believed that he was a fallen angel from heaven. He looked at me and caught me staring at him and a little cute grin crossed his face as he stretched his hand towards me.

"Hi, I'm Vincent."