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I was pacing around the corridor, biting my nails excessively.

"Enzo, she'll be fine. Don't worry," Dante assured. I have him one nasty glare and he shut up and sat back down on the seat.

"I shouldn't have let her sleep with Ysaline. God, she's in this condition because of me!" I rambled on, rubbing the crease on my forehead.

Guilt was eating me from inside. I was to blame for this.

Maybe she has suicidal tendencies?

No, I don't think so. Perhaps PTSD?

God, what am I thinking?

What happened few hours earlier broke me completely...

"Good morning!" Dante greeted-yelled cheerfully as he walked into my room.

I yawned and rubbed my eyes.

"Well, someone's in a good mood," I muttered.

He smiled and nodded. "My Ysaline is with me so why wouldn't I be in a good mood," He said dreamily. I chuckled and shook my head.

Yesterday, Xena proved to be a true Donna...

She beat the shit out of Remy when he insulted her.

Who knew she could be that strong?

"DANTE! ENZO!" I suddenly heard Ysaline call out. Panic was evident in her voice.

Dante and I looked at each other. I opened my drawer beside me and pulled out 2 guns. I tossed one to Dante, and then ran to the guest room in which the girls were sleeping in.

"What's wrong?" I asked as I spotted Ysaline outside the bathroom. Tears were rolling down her cheeks.

"Xe-Xena, wr-wrist bathr-bathroom," She sobbed, pointing a shaky finger towards the bathroom.

What...

I ran to the bathroom and slammed the door open.

"Xe- Oh my god," I abruptly paused as I felt my world shattering.

She had slit her wrist.

Blood oozed out of of her cut.

It trickled down her wrist while she lay unconscious in the bathtub.

With trembling steps, I walked towards her picked her up in bridal style. I rushed through the corridors at a frantic pace.

"Someone! Bring the car!" I yelled in desperation.

I placed Xena in the backseat and I got into the driver's. I started driving at the highest speed, not giving a damn if I broke the speed limit.

No, no, no, no, no.

She can't die.

No.

Within a few minutes, the hospital came in view.

I instantly parked the car and carried her in bridal style up again. I ran into the hospital, almost at the verge of breaking down.

"Someone get the stretcher!" I yelled loudly. A nurse spotted me and brought the stretcher. I gently placed her on it. The nurse was about to push the stretcher into the operation theater when I stopped her.

"I need to go with her!" I yelled. "I'm sorry sir but no one except the doctors are allowed in the operation theater," She said. I groaned and motioned her to go in.

I sat down on the chair, taking deep breaths.

Why would she take this drastic step?

Was it because of me?

The merciless mafia king who everyone fears is guilty because of a girl. Not just any girl, though.

If something happens to her I swear to god I will kill myself.

She's hurt because of me.

Because of my carelessness.

"Dante, where's Ysaline?" I asked, hoping Ysaline would be able to comfort Xena during the operation.

"She came to the hospital with us...," He trailed off. A look of anger crossed his face.

"What if she escaped?" He asked with rage.

I shook my head. "Ysaline wouldn't have escaped leaving Xena in this condition. They're true friends," I said with a sigh.

Dante nodded in understanding. "She probably went to the washroom," He muttered.

"Dante," I called out after a few minutes of silence.

He hummed. "What did I do?" I asked softly. He looked at me with confusion.

"Did I ever hurt her?" I asked.

"No," He replied shaking his head.

"Then why? Why is she punishing me like this? I would gladly sacrifice my life to save hers. I didn't know I hurt her so badly that she took this step."

My lips trembled after visualizing her broken state.

The moment I had opened the bathroom door, I felt like a piece of me was ripped out. I felt broken. Seeing my love, my life, lying there made me numb.

When I picked her up, I felt anguished.

Someone so fierce and bold as my Xena lying lifeless in my arms.

Looking at her vanquished state, I just wanted to die then and there.

My eyes started brimming with unwanted tears. Dante's eyes widened. He never saw me cry.

Xena...

"Enzo! You fine?" Dante aske din concern. I blinked and nodded.

The door of the operation theater opened, breaking my depressing thoughts, and a doctor walked out. I rushed to him with apprehension.

"Is she fine?" I asked in desperation.

The doctor sighed. "I'm extremely sorry but she has slipped into coma. We tried medicating her but her body couldn't handle the medications and she's...no more."

Dead silence...

Pfft, yeah right.

I chuckled humorlessly. "You're joking, right?"

"No, sir. I understand, accepting the death of a loved one is diffic-"

"SHUT UP!" I growled and he took a trembling step back.

"SHE IS NOT DEAD, OKAY? MY. XENA. IS. NOT. DEAD!"

"I'm sorry, sir, but she-she is."

My whole world stopped.

Nope.

No.

No...this is not happening.

"She can't be dead, she can't, she can't," I muttered, shaking my head vigorously.

My legs were glued to their position.

No, no, no, no.

"Don, ple-"

"Shut up!" I roared, causing the doctor to flinch.

I yelled, I shrieked, I cursed. I fisted my hands and punched the wall as hard as I could.

This was nothing compared to the mental pain I was feeling.

"SHE CAN'T LEAVE ME!" I yelled, pain raking through my body, "I LOVE HER!"

"Enzo are you mad!?" Dante yelled, trying to stop me from breaking the hospital wall.

"LEAVE ME!" I hollered, shoving Dante on the ground.

I turned my attention to the doctor. I wrapped my hands around his throat and slammed him on the wall. I tightened my hold, choking him. His hands clawed on my arm but I pressed harder.

"IT'S YOUR FAULT! YOU SHOULD HAVE SAVED HER! YOU COULD HAVE SAVED HER!" I choked him as hard as I could.

"Enzo, fermare!" Dante yelled, pulling me back. I tugged on my hair in frustration.

(Stop)

My hands were quivering and my body felt numb.

I walked to the bathroom and locked the door.

I stared into the mirror, the reflection of my brown eyes drowning into my own.

I yelled loudly and punched the mirror, making the shards of glass fall on the ground.

Few pierced me but I was unfazed.

I felt vanquished.

I felt ruptured.

I felt...broken.

I sensed something wet trickling down my cheek. My eyebrows furrowed as I went to touch it.

Tears.

I was crying.

I wiped it quickly but it never stopped. They kept on rolling down my cheeks one after another.

My eyes turned red and my legs gave up on me. I fell to the ground and sobbed. Wailed. Bawled.

"Xena," I murmured softly after 2 hours of desolation. I was still inside the bathroom. I didn't feel like moving.

My Xena's...dead.

I loved her.

Love.

The word itself felt so foreign to me but after my amore arrived, she turned my world upside down. In a positive way.

I had hope. I had aspiration.

You know what the saddest part of life is?

When the person who gave you the best memories, becomes a memory.

I never truly understood the real meaning behind those wise and genuine words, until I lost my dad and now...her.

I can relate to it. I can understand it.

Xena left me too...

Everyone close to me leaves me.

The problem's me.

Solely me.

I should just die.

I slowly tried to stand up with wobbly legs and clutched the sink for support.

I reached down and picked up on the glass fragments and held it near my wrist.

I took a deep breath and inched the glass closer when I heard a loud knock on the door.

"Enzo!" Dante yelled frantically.

I sighed.

He was my closest friend, more like a brother.

"Dante, I'll miss you," I whispered softly, hoping he would hear me through the door.

"Huh? What'd you mean by th-ENZO, YOU BETTER NOT BE DOING WHAT I THINK YOU'RE DOING!" He yelled as realization struck him late.

"I'm sorry," I murmured and brought the glass closer.

The moment I did that, the door literally broke down and Dante stood there with a murderous look. He saw what I was doing and before I knew it, he swung his fist and knocked me out.

Blackness covered my vision.