1111st Night

"So tell me what you did, Dyon."

"About what, love?"

He flashed his sweet lopsided smirk, raised the lollipop once more as it met the cheap fluorescent light that hang on the creaking ceiling, he observed the light pass through it and glimmer like crystal. He twirled it a few times put it back in his mouth with a 'pop'.

On the other side of the couch, he looked at her as she furrowed her brows even more, he inwardly thought she looked even cuter despite her obvious fuming and almost frustrated look at him.

"Don't you dare fool me in your loops again you crude,this was just like when you almost

crushed yourself with the van!"

"Ah yes, the van. I wonder which one though?"

Her eyes flashed fury, then she let out an exasperated sigh and buried her face in her hands.

"I'm serious Dyon, what could have had happened if I had arrived later than that?" She raised her head,her eyes,lost. And once again,he wanted to scratch his guts out because of it.

"You could've..died.." She broke into uncontrollable sobs,her small body trembled with it.

And he loathed himself even more now,if that was possible. He suddenly wanted to kill himself again.

He'd do it a thousand times in exchange for this.

He looked at his doll, presumed he forgot to smile so he did. Flicked all his switches off, went to the other other side of the couch and scooped her up in his arms.

"I'm sorry love," sincerely he said, "I won't do it again."

"You always say that." She said between her breaths as she looked up, her eyes tired now.

"You always do."

In return he flashed his lazy lopsided smirk and buried his face in her hair.