Lovely Murder *TheFallingDark and I*

"I'm sorry that I just got beaten up by my boyfriend and need some support!" snapped Damion tears leaking from his eyes.

"SUPPORT, SUPPORT" she screached, " Get away from here Damion, get away from here right now, or so help me i will do something i'll regre-... no you know what i wouldn't , because i wouldn't regret it!" She started to shut the door.

Damion kept the door firmly open "Emma, please, we're friends"

"Purlease," she said exaggurating the word so it became many more slables than it needed, "freinds? You haven't spoke to me in three years and now you come back and expect me to feel sory for you?" she wanted to hit him more than she had ever wanted anything before, but she didn't she knew despite what she was saying she really felt for him.

Damion looked about to cry "I sent you letters, every week for two years"

"Liar, i can't believe you, after all of this you expect me to believe that?" Emma tried to shut the door again

Damion staretd to cry "I did!"

Suddenly she belived him, "So why didn't i get them then?" she asked generally upset she didn't get them.

Damion sobbed "I don't know, no post on sundays?"

Emma smiled for a few seconds, then it was lost again. " I'm sorry, but i can't believe you, i want to... but i can't, after all you have done in the past, and don't look like that you said so yourself, i can't believe you"

"Every fucking week" he murmered, "A leter, atleast two ides long sent to number 4 Cemetary Drive"

"Oh God, Damion, look at the number on my door," she said gesturing to the shiny brass number 3

"Oh...I thought i seemed wrong"

"oh Damion," she threw herself at him into a warm hug. She knew he was telling the truth.

Damion hued her.

she sobbed into his shoulder, "oh Damion you really do care,"

"Of course I care"

"Oh Damion," she reached up and kissed him, not caring that he had a boyfriend and not caring of his disease.

Damion made a small noise of protest.

she started to pull back, she knew that before she had gone too far.

Daion touched his lips but looked obviously paniced "You can't do that, he'dkill me"

"Don't worry about it, if anyone tries, then he can't be a very good boyfriend can he.Besides we're just friends right?"

He still looked nervous but nodded.

Her arms had slid to his waist and she pressed her head against his chest,the best feeling she'd had in three years came over her.

Damion stroked her hair gentlyl.