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YOUR MOM'S POV:

Y/N is missing. Again. I couldn't stop crying all morning at the police station. The security cameras inside of the house caught someone drugging Y/N, then carrying her away. The last thing recorded was him going outside of the back door with my daughter.

The police are feverishly trying to locate him now. Y/N was right along. He wouldn't give up so easily. Why has he target her? She hasn't done anything to anyone.

Cole somewhat soothes me by handing me a cup of coffee. I've been bitter to everyone for the last few hours.

This morning when I went into Y/N's room, she wasn't there. I simply thought she woke up early even though she rarely does so. However, I searched the whole house and still couldn't find her. There's no way she would've left without telling me. It was then I decided to check the cameras. After watching the horrific scene, I phoned the police in tears.

It hurts more than you think. Almost losing someone once is bad enough, but this is the second time now. I don't know what that monster is capable of. If he kills her . . .

No! I couldn't think like that. He didn't murder her the first time so why would he now? But still. He could always change his mind. I was shaking furiously and tried not to think of all the torture he could do.

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YOUR POV:

It's happened again. I laid on a bed like when I was kidnapped before. Handcuffed.

I hear the door open and don't even bother to get up. I lay on the bed and pretend I'm a weak pancake.

"Y/N?" Killua whispers. I ignore him and roll over on my side, blankly staring at the ground.

"Y/N! Answer me." Ugh.

"What?!" I snapped.

It was weird. I thought I would be terrified, but for some reason I only felt a little bit wary. Maybe it's because if he killed me, I would be happier dead than alive so I didn't really have anything to lose.

Killua snuggles up next to my back. "Sorry, I'm just so happy I get to see you again."

"Well, I'm certainly not." Killua laughs at my response, but I could make out a small hint of sadness in it.

Good.

He wraps his arm around my waist, and I swat it away. I roll over and face him, annoyed. "Go away!"

"But I want to be here with you!"

"But I don't!" I say in the same tone. I roll back to my previous position, rolling my eyes.

He's quiet now. He doesn't try to hug me again thankfully, but he doesn't get off the bed either. After a few seconds, he asks a question.

"Hey, do you really hate me?" Killua murmurs in a small, but serious voice.

I don't hesitate. "Yes, of course I do. You stole me away from my life for your selfishness. You also killed my boyfriend, threatened my parents, and attempted to rape me. You ruined me! And now, for the second time, you kidnapped me! How could you even ask if I hate you?!" By the time I finished, I was screaming.

I wait for his response, if he had one anyway. He makes some sort of choking noise. It hits me that he's crying. I can't help it but turn around, just in time to hear him mutter, "okay, I understand". He wipes his eyes quickly when he notices me watching him and leaves the room.

I blink, trying to comprehend what happened in the last thirty seconds. Killua . . . cried? He genuinely looked sorry . . .

No, I shouldn't think like that. Why do I feel guilty after what he's done? I bury myself under the blankets and try to fall asleep, attempting to shut down my mind.

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KILLUA'S POV:

I slump against a wall and continue to cry. Me? Crying? Never thought this would ever happen. I sniff pathetically and can't help but think about Y/N's words.

"How could you even ask if I hate you?" she had screamed. The main thing that broke me down was her tone. It held absolute darkness and betrayal. At me.

I clench my fists so tightly that my nails drew blood on my palm. She's going to leave me. She's going to leave me. She's going to leave me. She doesn't want me.

She actually hates me.

I know it may seem kind of strange to get all worked up now, but in the past I always believed, deep down, she loved me. No matter what she said I thought she would eventually give in and change. But when I saw that look in here eyes, that coldness, I knew I was dead wrong. She'll hate me . . . more . . . and more . . . and more . . .

I couldn't contain myself anymore.

I sprinted back to her room and opened the door with so much force that it made a huge slam when it hit the wall. Y/N sharply sat up when she heard the sound. She looks at me cautiously.

I ran to her and embraced her with my strength.

"Get off of me!" I ignored her and kissed her aggressively, silencing her in shock.

"Don't leave me! Don't you dare leave me!" I yelled.

"What are you . . . ?!"

I kissed her again forcefully, more tears streaming down my face.

"You can't, Y/N! You can't leave! Stay with me all of your life! I can't live without you! DON'T LEAVE ME!" I sobbed into her chest.

"K-Killua! C-calm down!"

"T-there's no w-way o-out of t-this . . . I'm sorry . . ."

"Yes, there is," she says confidently. I stop for a second, surprised at the confidence in her voice. "Let me go back."

"No! You'll call the police if you had the chance! You'll kill me if you had the chance! Don't. I'm begging you to just stay here with me. That's what I want from you! You're devotion and love eternally! Please! You don't understand how much you mean to me. I love you so much it's killing us! I'm so sorry it has to be like this but please, damn it, be with me for the rest of your life!"

I'm breaking and Y/N will, too. Because of me. But I couldn't let her slip out of my grasp! I was so torn.

She stares at me, baffled. "Killua . . . listen to me," she says in a shaky voice. "We can make this work. Let me go now so nothing will kill either of us. Everything will be alright. We'll be alright."

"It won't be alright. I won't see you ever again when they throw me in some mental institution or jail!"

"I'll visit you every week, no matter how far it is. We'll both live and be happy. So please, do this for me. For us."

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YOU POV:

I was lying. I wouldn't stay within a thousand miles wherever he would be. But I had to lie to him so I could live and bring him to justice. There were hundreds he murdered. I wasn't the worst victim by far.

He pauses, sniffing, actually seeming to think about it. I had to do this. I grit my teeth and took a death breath and placed my hand lightly on his. I'll have to wash my hands later.

"Killua . . . please. This is just too crazy. It would be the same if you turn yourself in, except I wouldn't hate you. We'll be together, just in a different way than you thought. It would be better, I promise. I'll love you if you do so. I just can't here, in this environment."

"Really?" he whispers.

"Really."

"Every Sunday afternoon can you visit?"

"Of course. Wouldn't miss it for anything."

"O-okay. You're not joking?"

"Of course not. If I'm here with you I can't love you. But I'll try to if you let me go."

"You'll love me?"

"Uh . . . yeah. I definitely will. More than anything."

"I-I s-still don't know."

I sighed. "It's like what you said. It's killing us. But this way we can get what you want with no one breaking apart. Don't you get it? If you continue this, we'll both crumble. You don't want that to happen to me, and I don't want that to happen to you."

"B-but you said y-you hate me."

"Because I hate you for destroying us. But I won't if you turn yourself in. I'll love you just as much as you love me!"

His eyes sparked with joy. He clears his throat. "For you . . . for us . . . I-I'll d-do I-it."

"Thank you. You won't regret it." I tried to prevent myself from squealing in happiness.

We pause for a second. "I guess I'll turn myself in now. But . . . can you kiss me one last time? Just once. On the cheek. Please," he begs.

For my freedom and his justice, I grimly reminded myself. I gave him a quick peck and he smiles. "Bye, for now, Y/N."

"Bye," I say.

As he leaves the room to phone the police, I kept on reminding myself this was my only choice. He was the most wanted criminal in the world! He's done countless horrible things to so many innocent people! He deserved this after everything he's done. But for some reason, no matter what I said to myself, no matter what I thought . . . I felt like the worst person in the world.

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