He hadn't a clue on who he was and she was there to save him. She, who he pushed to the ground over and over again, she who he stepped on and kicked, was there to save him and catch him now that it was his turn to fall.

But then again, at the end of the day, I'm still glad he's here. Other wise she'd be unhappy. And I'd rather she was happy in his presence than in no one else's. I move away, step out the room and with a last glance, slowly shut the door behind me.