Please read from the beginning if you haven't already.

Also, I've been noticing some questioning about Y/N's decision. Remember, he did attempt to rape you, threatened your family, AND killed your ex boyfriend . . .

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KILLUA'S POV:

It's finally Sunday! I was bouncing around all day, barely able to contain the excitement of seeing Y/N. It felt like an eternity without it.

I realized I never clarified the exact time I would meet with her. We only agreed sometime on Sunday afternoon, so I didn't know when she would come. I questioned the cops if they knew. They avoided my eyes and said no. I know they're lying, but I don't kill them for the sake of Y/N.

With no other options, I sat and waited. I began to annoy some of the guards because I was becoming more and more anxious to see her. They told me to please be quiet.

When the day slowly came to an end, my heart shattered. This was what I was looking forward to all week. Maybe Y/N just forgot or had something important to do.

I guess I'll wait another week. She would never skip to see me after her promise . . . Right?

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COLE'S POV:

Killua would not shut up for the last few hours! Unfortunately, I was on guard duty so I had to put up with it.

I'm so glad Y/N got the freedom she deserves and brought Killua to justice. I heard the news where she was going to move away next week. I was kind of upset to hear, but it's a good new start for Y/N.

My thoughts are interrupted with Killua's voice.

"When is she coming? Did she say she wasn't going to show up? Are you sure she didn't say anything to you to tell me?"

I took a deep breath, trying not to punch the wall. "I told you already. She did not inform me of anything in this matter, and I believe you should be quiet now."

He glares at me. "I want to see her . . . Oh! I know! Can you call her right now for me and remind her of our meeting? I think she just forgot!"

"Sorry, no can do."

"Why not?!"

"You are prohibited from accessing any technology to communicate with others."

"Call her for me then!"

"I cannot because I do not want to and can't fulfill requests for you."

Killua makes some kind of growl that makes me almost take a step back.

"Look . . . I know you're lying about something here."

"I'm not lying about anything."

"Yes, you are. You are hiding something. If you tell me what it is now before I find out, I'll make your death quick."

I can't help it but laugh. "Killua, listen to me. No one's hiding anything from you and you're going to be in a cell for the rest of your life. Think about your death before mine."

He doesn't answer but speaks after a minute. "You're the one doing this, aren't you?" he whispers threateningly.

Even though he was locked up in one of the most secured cells and prisons in the world, his tone made my hair stand up on the back of my neck. After all, you can't blame me. He looked pretty scary right now and murdered so many people in the past.

Even so, I composed myself and spoke with authority. "I don't know what you are talking about. I'm only doing my job here."

"I bet you're the one who told Y/N not to visit me . . . you told her to stay away because you wanted her all to yourself . . ."

Now, Y/N is an attractive women and I like her. However, I didn't like her that way. She's a good person and would be a good friend, but I can't imagine anything else.

"Killua, do not be delusional. That is nonsense, and again, I'm only doing my job."

He doesn't respond.

***

YOUR POV:

I'm supposed to see Killua today. Instead, I'm curled up in my bed and reading a book. My phone rings loudly next to me.

"Hello?"

"Y/N! How are you doing?" Cole chirps. I can recognize his voice anywhere.

"Great. So . . . um . . . how's Killua taking my absence?"

"He wouldn't stop asking questions, but he hasn't exactly gotten crazy."

"Exactly?"

"Well he's just kind of anxious, you know?"

"Oh . . ."

"Don't worry about it. Everything is under control."

"Thank you. Things just get crazy sometimes in life, right?"

"Yeah."

***

KILLUA'S POV:

It's been three weeks and I'm slowly breaking apart. Where is she? Where is she? WHERE IS SHE?

There's no way she would've forgotten all of those times or had important things to do. If she did, she would've at least told Cole or another officer to inform me by now.

I think it's Cole who's causing this. He'll pay for what he has done with a long, painful death. I even laid in my old, creaky bed brainstorming ways to kill him slowly.

However, no matter how much anger I felt, the thing I experienced the most was sadness. Sadness from not seeing Y/N. Sadness from being alone for so long. Sadness of having the feeling of being abandoned.

"Are you sure you can't call her?" I snapped to the current guard on duty. I'll call him Dick.

"No, it's strictly against the policies. I already told you. Now, please be quiet."

Ugh. They're all the same . . . trying to break Y/N and I apart!

"CAN YOU AT LEAST TELL HER TO SEE ME?! IT'S A NOT A BIG REQUEST!"

"I can't do that!" Dick yells.

"You're so-"

"Look. I'm not even supposed to be talking to you. This conversation is over."

"Fine, Dick," I spat.

***

YOUR POV:

"It's getting worse," Cole says. "He's going crazy now."

"I'm really sorry Cole. If you really want me to I'll visit him to calm him d-"

"NO! Do not even suggest that, Y/N. We are here to protect you. I will not ever even let you close to him. Do you hear me?!"

"Y-yeah."

"Good. I'm sorry for my small outburst, but it's extremely dangerous for you to be near him. I advise you to never see him again."

"Don't worry, I'm planning on that."

"Remember it's the best for you."

"Of course."

***

KILLUA'S POV:

It's been five weeks. I've ran out of questions and energy. I just want to see my beautiful Y/N. I just want to see her . . .

I lay limply against the cold, grey wall with my lead down in sorrow. I try to think of her to make me feel better. But it only gives me a painful feeling in my chest.

I'm not trying to hurt anyone this time. I'm not trying to trick anyone this time. All I want is to see Y/N. Is that too much to ask?

I can't live without her. I'm gradually chipping, breaking apart. Pieces of myself are disappearing. I need her.

My hands roam against the wall. I let out my frustration and dragged my nails across it going downwards, making a horrendous screeching noise. A noticeable long scratch mark appears. Suddenly, I have an idea.

I stand up and spend the next hour scratching the wall. The horrible noise continues but I must finish this. When I'm done I smile at my work. Engraved into the wall it said,

"I will always love you and be with you for THE REST OF MY LIFE." I capitalized and bolded the "rest of my life" part to emphasize my devotion. It all made me somewhat better, letting out my emotions.

My thoughts are interrupted when I hear footsteps down the hall.

"The police station is so busy these days. Criminals just won't stop." My ears pick up on the nearby conversation since I wanted to get my mind of Y/N. A normal person wouldn't hear them from their distance, but I have an ability to listen from far positions.

Another voice responds to the first one. I'm assuming there's only two people there at the moment due to the lack of a third presence. "Yeah, it's so tiring. It would be nice to have a raise these days."

"Yeah, especially since we caught Killua Zoldyck!"

"Man, I still can't believe it."

"I've heard he's been begging to see the girl he kidnapped."

"Of course. But he's a fool for thinking we'll let him see her. He's even more of a fool for thinking she would see him."

"I'm surprised he bought her lie though. Did you know he actually believed she loved him when all she was doing was throwing him in jail for him to rot? Karma goes around, you know?"

"I don't believe that's karma. That's just hate for what he's done. I don't blame the girl for doing that to him." They talk about other not important things, then walk away.

I buried my head in my hands. That couldn't be true . . . Y/N will never do that . . . She wouldn't lie . . . She wouldn't do that to me . . . She said she would love me and be there with me for the rest of my life . . .

But I knew it was the truth. There is no other explanation to this point.

My fists started trembling, and I smashed open the strong security cell bars with one solid punch. I refuse to sit here and wait for someone who will never come. I will go to her if she won't come to me! My knuckles turned slightly red from the impact, but I hardly felt any pain.

How could you, Y/N?

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It might seem kind of annoying with the excessive changes in POV, but I wanted you all to fully know what was going on in all places to understand the story better. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed!

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