This is the Mafia. There's no way out, but you can try your damndest.

My bags were packed. Neatly stacked by the door. I went over my checklist one last time and flipped the switch to our relationship. Our last goodbye.

It was the dead of winter and the stars and snowflakes and the hum of my car brought those salty droplets to my eyes. All reminders of the fresh memory I now had of you.

It was good. For awhile. Until your attention and affection began to smother me and I began to feel myself disappear. So lost in us that even with a flashlight I couldn't have found my way out.

I glance back once more. Open my car door and put one foot in. That was until your headlights caught me red handed. Those emermald eyes searching for an explanation. And once again your love trapped me. Like two little cement blocks on my feet.