Gone

"That's $50!"
"So…?"
"$50 for four hours?!"
"I told you $12.50 an hour."
"That's insane."
"I am a celebrity. I don't come cheap. It's not everyday that someone gets fucked by Frodo."
"Sounds like your little friend Dom does."
"GET OUT!"

The door slams. Elijah did it again. He promised. He said he was done with that. He said he loved you. 

"What's wrong?"
"Another fucking bastard refusing to pay."
"Lij, I thought you weren't doing that anymore."
"Well I'm not…now."
"So that was it? He was the last?"
"Yes."
"Promise?"
"Yes."
"Alright, now let me make it up to you for those $50 you lost."

You push him over, onto the bed. He's all for it. Maybe he *is* done. Maybe he won't break *this* promise.

Yea, right.

"Why, Elijah?"
"I can't help it."
"You promised!"
"I'm sorry."
"I'm tired of 'sorry'."
"I keep food on the table, Dom, so fuck off!"
"You said yourself, we are fucking celebrities. You don't need to sleep with every guy in New Zealand to keep food on the table!"
"Last one I promise."
"No! You've broken too many promises."
"Please, Dommie."
"Elijah? Don't you understand it is dangerous!?"
"I won't any more. I know it's bad. I'll stop. I just have one more appointment next week and- "
"ELIJAH!"
"Ok. I'll cancel."
"No. Forget it! Do what you fucking want with your life. Go ahead and throw it away. I really don't care anymore!"
*That's* a lie.

"Dom, I'm sorry."

Damn his blue eyes. They soften you up every time. 

"Want to make it up to me?"
"Fine," you give in.

No more. You told him no more. Did he listen? No. He knew it would happen, so why'd he keep going? He had to push it. 

And worst of all, you let him. You let him keep going. You didn't help to stop him. It's your fault. You were part of the problem, not the solution.

Your heart shattered when he told you. You cried for days. You blamed him. You blamed yourself. You blamed the endless no-name faces that stained him. They broke your room mate, your best friend, your lover. 

"I have Aids, Dom." 

That's the second worst thing you've ever heard. The first?

"Mr. Monaghan, we lost him," the doctor's said.

And now…he was gone.