<span style="color: #FF80FF"> <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: center;">Lea Stevens</div></span></span> </span><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/036e0d3a-b28c-47ec-b858-0eaea6c67e4d.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF80FF"><div style="text-align: center;">"Jazz"</div></span></span></span><br/><br/>Despite Carlos' explanation, Lea was still scared to let him go. She shook her head against him as he stated that he thought she hated her, but said nothing, unable to through the crying. He held her tighter, then lifted her like a toddler, her legs around his hips and her head on his shoulder.<br/><span style="font-style: italic"><br/> "I need to take care of your feet, Lea. You have glass shards in them..."</span>he explained as he walked to her bedroom, setting her on the bed. He went to leave and she grabbed his shirt, her eyes wide with fear of his departure once more. He carefully pried her hand from him, patting it soothingly before putting it in her lap. She watched him leave and she tried not to panic. He came back a few minutes later and she sagged some in relief.<br/><br/>He handed her the washcloth and he motioned for her to clean her face. She did so quietly, even as Carlos began the painful and tedious task of removing the glass from her feet. She felt rather dizzy by the end of it, but did not complain.<br/><br/>Soon she was undressed and tucked in bed with Carlos holding her shivering form close.<span style="font-style: italic">"How can one girl be so self-destructive?"</span>he asked, but Lea didn't answer.<span style="color: #FF80FF"> "Don't leave. Please don't leave..." </span>she whispered repeatedly like a prayer. She was as close to Carlos as she could possibly be, her hands holding onto his arms tightly, as if he were the only thing keeping her from drowning.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF80FF">"John's gone. He said he'd never leave, but he did. He left. He wouldn't come back no matter how much I pleaded. He wouldn't come back,"</span>she explained, though she sounded as if she were rambling more than anything.<span style="color: #FF80FF"> "He was on life support for three weeks. Three weeks I begged him to come home. He wouldn't though and then he stopped trying. The life support wasn't able to sustain him anymore and he left me. He left me alone. He left me alone..."</span>Lea sounded as if she were giving an account of her husband walking out on her rather than dying, but regardless of her tone her form was shaking from her crying.<br/><span style="color: #FF80FF"><br/>"You won't leave though, right? You'll stay? You'll stay, right?"</span>she asked, her eyes feeling heavy. She was exhausted as she spent so much energy destroying the apartment in her fit of rage and loneliness.