Sergei stood up, dressing himself back into his black dress suit with black pants. 'I have to go away, don't call me on my phone,' he had plainly stated. You stared at him in disbelief, begging him, asking him whether or not this was the last time you would see him. He didn't answer, leaving the bedroom and grabbing his suit jacket on the way out before you heard the rattling of the front door. You followed after him, watching him as he turned around. "You locked the door?" He asked, in slight disbelief. Before he could say anything else you had already turned away, grabbing the keys and throwing it at him. Watching him leave without another word. Without another promise of calling you when he wanted you. Your friends had asked you time, and time again, 'Why do you keep waiting for him?" and every time you had no answer to that. He had called you again, whilst you were driving. The only thing that was different this time, was that you didn't answer, declining the call and continuing to drive. Only when did you get home, close the front door, and slide the chain lock closed did you hear the familiar sounds of tires crunching against the gravel. The sounds slowed to a stop, and you heard the sounds of a familiar pair of footsteps walking up to the front door. He knocked, and you opened the door. "What?" He raised an eyebrow, tilting his head in slight amusement as he saw the chain lock stopping him from entering and sleeping with you. "You're not letting me in?" "No," You shook your head. "I have work." "You didn't say that yesterday." You shook your head at him. "No.. it just landed on me." "You want to play at that?" He scoffed, whilst you shook your head no. "No, I'm not playing with you." He frowned as he leant against the door frame, reaching through the gap and gently grasping your face, pulling you closer to him and kissing you. The kiss was soft, unlike the other times he's ever kissed you, but you abruptly pulled away. No, you couldn't do this to yourself, not again. No, you refuse to. To fall victim.