<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/>When Lea felt arms wrap around her and she was pulled to a strong chest, she did not care who it was. Her own arms wrapped around the shoulders of the man, dropping her face into the juncture of his neck.<span style="font-style: italic">"My god, Lea. Why are doing that? I would have never left you alone. I thought you hated me too much to have me near you..."</span>it was Carlos' voice and her sobbing only increased as relief flooded her.<span style="color: #FF80FF">"Y-you d-di-d-n't ccall m-me b-ack...W-why d-d-didn't y-you ca-all me b-back?"</span>she asked frantically, her tears soaking Carlos' shirt.<br/><br/>He pulled her back some to look at her face, smoothing her hair from it and then pulled her into a soft kiss. Lea still had tears trailing down her face, but still she kissed Carlos back with desperation. When the kiss broke, she pressed against Carlos as if he were her only life line, her body shaking and her heart pounding in her chest.<span style="color: #FF80FF"> "I-I th-thought you-u ch-changed-d y-your mmind-d,"</span>she tried to explain through her hiccups.<br/><br/>It was obvious how angry and hurt she had been at the idea that Carlos had turned away again, if the apartment's state was anything to go by. Broken glass, papers, books, flour, sugar, cereal, and blood seemed to coat the entirety of the kitchen. All the cabinets were open and empty, along with the smaller appliances broken apart and on the floor. Lea was extremely high strung and her body hot, sweat and blood covering her.<span style="color: #FF80FF">"I'm s-s-sorry. I'm sorry," </span>she kept repeating.