Box in hand, James walked towards the door in the pizza delivery uniform he wore. The sweat on his forehead told a different story. Wiping it with his sleeve, he rang the door bell. The unkempt feeling of someone watching him couldn't be kept aside at the moment. Looking around, he noticed all the closed windows to see if there are going to be any eye witnesses, but no one he could place his eyes on. The people in this area were asleep at this time of night. Focusing back on the task at hand, he tried to maintain his cool, by taking in deep breaths, in and out.

The door opened. Shock covered her face, as she regretted to have recognized the face on the other side of the door. At the moment she wished, to have looked through peephole on the door, before opening it wide open to him. She tried closing the door, but the hard leather shoe stopped it.

"Pizza?" he said, coming inside and closing the door as fast as he could to avoid her screams being heard, too clear too loud.

"Jess...listen we can talk," she said taking a few steps back.

"Oh so we ARE on talking terms then?" he said.

"I couldn't, okay? When you left, all I was left with was him, I couldn't avoid the attraction," she said.

"So you betrayed me?" he asked.

"You left me, in London, remember, you said to me that, this what we have is just a fling. I wanted something, some connection, so I moved on," she said with a determined tone which reflected her self defensive argument.

"I was wrong, I know babe, that's why I want us to get back, I know now how much I love you. Let's get back together," he said moving towards her with a certain anxiety in his voice, as she took a few scared steps back.

"So it's you...you've been blank calling me?" she said trying to deviate his attention. She quickly looked at the reflection on the big glass on portrait hanging on the wall to see the pan on the kitchen counter behind her.

"The letters, emails...all me." He whispered. "You know what does that make me feel..."

"Like a creep," said the voice behind him.

He turned around to see the the owner of the highly badass voice. Right then a pan hit him on the shoulder.

"Great shot," Love sarcastically commented as The Pizza Guy didn't even flinch.

The girl, terrified jump behind the kitchen counter, trying to hide behind the stools.

"Oh, well no one can see you," the guy spoke, "How did I fall in love with someone so foolish like you?"

"So, you're doing this out of Love?" Love asked.

"Love changes things...changed me," he smiled.

"Do you love him?" Love asked the girl, looking at the kitchen.

"No...he's a jerk," she said.

"Well then Mr. Jerk you need to leave," Love said.

"Yah...I don't think so," he said opening the lid of the pizza box taking out the screwdriver from it.

"Ah...you are a sinner," Love said looking at the pizza box. It was a pizza box after all.

For a split second Love looked in his eyes and saw what he had in his mind. It was determination, and obsession. He wanted what he had come here for. Right then he bolted on Love with the screwdriver. a centimeter away from her upper abdomen, the hand was blocked. withdrawing it, the other hand made way to her neck, and again it was blocked with Love left hand, as she turned it down, twisted it making him turn around. He was pushed on the wall on his face with his twisted arm as Love stuck it to his back. The hand with the screwdriver was left lose to his right, and with the right amount of effort it made way to Love thigh. Love screamed in pain. The guy was left lose now that Love had her attention on the wound. He turned around and laughed as she dropped to the ground on her knees in pain. She withdrew a few drags back on her hips and hands as she struggle on to get back up. Her back hit the side of the velvet sofa as Jess slowing followed her each move. He bent down on his right knee as he looked in her eyes. Love saw guilt in those and fear as she read his next thoughts. He was trying to focus on how to hit her neck with the only weapon he had to end her. He wasn't sure if he should do it or not. The confusion and guilt was what surprised Love.

Right then a pan hit his arm.

"For God's sake, hit his head you asswipe," Love yelled.

He turned around placing a hand on his right arm which might induce a bruise now.

"You do not love me anymore, do you?" he asked.

"I'm sorry Jess, this is just wrong," she said in a rather scare voice.

"What's wrong...this" he asked looking at the screwdriver, raising it in air...his eyeballs flowing the lead of the blood on it.

"You're a killer now," she said.

"I am not a..." and he hit the ground as Love injected him with Zee's formula on the neck. Love stumbled on her leg, back to the sofa.

"What are we gonna do now?" the girl whispered.

"Nothing, he is unconscious not dead, who do you think I am?" she said.

She nodded.

"Can I have a glass of water?" Love requested.

"Sure," she said making way to the kitchen, staring the unconscious

She took the glass with shaking hands, probably due to the pain, and exhaustion. "

"Are you okay?" The girl asked.

"I'm good, just call the cops, tell them what happened and that he needs mental health," Love said walking towards the door.

"What if he wakes up?" she asked.

"He won't for at least two to three hours, besides I keep an eye on you, keep the light of this room on, flicker it's switch if you feel threatened," Love said still keeping the hand on her leg, trying to stop the blood from flowing.

"Here," the girl bent on her knee, took the bandeau off her hair, and wrapped it around her thigh, tying the bow tight enough to hold the blood from flowing out.

"Merci," Love said.

"French, that's impressive," she smiled.

"Qui, Ce n'est pass bon, pour moi," she said.

"Not at all, you're good at it," she laughed. Right then the smile on her face went blunt in a second. Love felt confused on the sudden change of expressions. She touched her stomach, and looked at the blood on her hands. Love's eyes followed the same. Leaning on the frame of the door she lowered herself on the ground, revealing Jess with a bloody screwdriver in his hand. Love noticed the injection on his neck, which still contained half of it's contents. Love took out the gun from behind her, and pointed it at him.

"Don't...do that," the girl whispered in stuttering voice.

Love gave her a questioning look with soft sympathetic eyes.

By the time she could process her request, Jess stabbed himself with the same screwdriver.

"No..." Love screamed as she strode towards him as he collapsed on the floor. Love stood with two bodies in a dark room now.

The ambulance was called by some random girl, that is what the authorities said. Love looked at the two bodies being dragged out quickly and rushed into the ambulance from the same window she started the night with. Delilah's opinion wasn't considered this time as Love avoided talking about it to her. Love knew it all too good how her sister would've reacted to her indecency that too on a failed case.

----------------------------------------------------

Two days later...

A girl was allowed to enter the hospital cell, after several reference. The staff looked at the oddly black attire she was in. People in hospitals usually didn't wear such black bold outfits. But who was Love to care or think.

She didn't really liked the vibe of a hospital. It had a lot of pain and suffering. A lot of losses had been seen inside the four walls of each such building. It gave her the chills. And the alcoholic smell inside didn't help. Exiting the elevator, she walked towards the door which read room number 203. Knocking on the door twice, then entered the room. The girl laid on the bed, resting as she closed her eyes, but hearing the door creak open, she opened them slow enough for Love to walk over to her by then.

"Hey, how are you now?" she asked.

"Alive, can't really complain," she laughed lightly.

Love smiled.

"Where is he?" she said.

"He stabbed himself after, you know..." Love pointed at her abdomen.

"Is he alright?" she asked.

"I can't wrap this around, why do you care about him?" Love asked.

"I knew him, isn't that enough?" she asked in low voice.

"Why did you ask me to stop?" she asked.

"I..." she looked up to met her eyes. "I cared about him," she said. But she didn't want it. Love saw something inside her head. She didn't care about him, but the people who depended on him. His family. The picture of a girl and a lady in her fifties flashed in her head, and Love saw it too. How could she be so thoughtful and have such great presence of mind, Love thought.

"He's fine, admitted in a hospital...will be taken to a mental facility after," she said.

"You saved me, thank you," she said.

Love was rooted to the ground. Something in her felt weird. She smiled and nodded at her before turning around and leaving her alone.

Love walked back home to Delilah. It had been one of the longest twenty minute of her life. She couldn't believe the world still had that kind of humanity and selflessness. She had seen innocence but mostly in children. But they too turn into what the world reflects at them. They learn to be selfish, to be clever in this fast paced world to get it all, and leave none for others. But today she felt hope. Hope of good. Hope of care. Hope of humanity. And hope of world still being a beautiful place.