Men and women dressed in formal and professional outfits fill my vision. The constant and noisy movement outside wooden double doors is booming out around the white walls of the old yet renovated building. I approach a door with a certain number on its left and after taking a deep breath, I walk in.

The seats are almost full and I sit beside an old lady with white hair in the row. My eyes dart around the room; wide windows are allowing the sunlight to fall upon the wooden surfaces. The two opposite lawyers are standing in front of their desks with their associates as the Honor's seat distinguishes higher viewing down the court. At the side, the jury consisted of different people are sitting listening as a man starts walking in front of their seats speaking.

"It's not that that matters. All those enterprises can't be conducted that easily. All those properties and buildings need a noble and responsible manager," I glance around until I find glistening blonde hair that always stands out wherever I go. My heart aches to get closer to my angel but I force myself to stay rooted to my place. He doesn't know I'm here, I had to beg my uncle to give me the detail of the court's meeting, the hours, and the locations.

"Thousands of people will lose their jobs and will be thrown on the road without having the ability to provide the essentials to their families. Don't you agree?" The lawyer looks at a man dressed in a black suit who is being questioned.

"Yes, I agree. Mr. Carter has all the abilities to manage his enterprises better than his wife and those responsibilities are a lot."

"Exactly," The lawyer shouts and turns to the jury. "This man," He points towards him; I can't see much, only his brown hair from the back of his head. "Has so many responsibilities, he can't have the burdens of taking care of an adult that only causes troubles," I frown not comprehending what is occurring in front of my eyes.

"His son, Corbyn Carter, is a mature adult that can take care of himself without any contribution of his father whom he despises. All his actions have been pointing in that direction. And of course, he's unable of taking the custody of his sister."

"Objection your Honor," Another man stands up gazing angrily at the man who talks.

"Sustained. Mr. Spector, be careful with your words. No assumptions," The Honor warns the speaking lawyer.

"Ms. Carter Alice needs to have a guardian who will keep her safe, understand and fulfill her needs. Her whole future awaits for her and that can't put in the hands of an eighteen-year-old boy who rebels against the world because of his problems. I'm asking you," My eyes turn to Corbyn but I can only see his back from where I'm seating. My heart starts pounding loudly, aching for my angel.

"How can a boy with his boisterous history take care of a child? Here, I have records of his drinking history," He throws a pile of papers in front of the jury who takes a look at them. "He's violent from nature, he used to get in fights in his high school on daily basis just for fun without any excuse for his ridiculous actions. He has a record of smoking since he was a kid. Who can assure me that he won't pass those unhealthy habits to his sister? But it's not just that," He stops to take a breath.

"This boy has no ounce of respect towards the female sex. He sleeps around with girls without commitments and throws them away after he is done with them! Isn't that exactly what he will do to his sister? I'm asking you!" He roars as his voice bounces around the walls of the court. His passion mixed with anger crosses his face but I know better. He doesn't care about the lives he puts at risk as long as he wins this case. I bite my lip glancing at Corbyn.

"How can a boy with no respect or patience try and grow inside a relationship? Or stay on one with his sister that will give him tremendous responsibilities that he doesn't want or can manage? I'm very sorry to say this, but he's unable to fulfill that crucial role. This is why my client, Mr. Carter will have the necessary knowledge to protect his daughter with everything he has. There's nothing stronger than parental love for their child. Mr. Basset, how has Corbyn been acting when you served on their house?"

"He was always late, returning home with another girl to pass the night and would ditch them the next morning. I was witnessing girls running and crying leaving his room. He was organizing parties that were disturbing his parents and the neighbors but did nothing in order to change that. He used to smoke cigarettes consisted of weed or other drugs inside the house," My frown deepens so much that I feel my skin on my brow hurt. Everything has had told me is the exact opposite of what the man claims. I was the only one that has gone to his house. I don't let the doubts enter my thoughts and continue listening.

"Drugs," The lawyer of Corbyn's father repeats to make his point clear. "Who can reassure me that he won't continue having those habits? That his sister won't suffer for his poor life choices or that he won't get addicted and put his own sister at risk?" His eyes scan the room before he proceeds again. "No one. No one can know or predict the future but we can at least reassure it. And for the sake of that small girl, we can offer her the right and sensible guardian that she needs. And that's her father. No more questions you Honor," He returns to his seat dismissing the man who was his witness on the stand.

"Break for twenty minutes," The Honor bangs the wooden gavel on her desk and the people stand up fledging through the doors. My eyes catch his movements but before I can even stand up to stop him, he storms out of the doors.

I walk out and gazing around, I follow the shadow of his figure disappearing in the depths of the building drowning him on its inside. I run in his direction trying to make my strides as quiet as possible as my heart thunders. I can't believe what I just heard, what their lawyers say about him, the lies they create to win. Now, I understand why he didn't even want to discuss any of this with me; I had no idea.

My palms push a door open against its cold surface revealing a small area like a garden; a fence has surrounded it and multiple flower plots are decorating it. His back is against me; his hands on his hair running through it. His muscles are flexed and I know his eyebrows are troubled by a frown, his eyes screaming in rage and exasperation.

"Please don't hate me about this," I take a few steps closer to him whispering to myself.

"Corbyn," I call out his name softly but the speed of his actions as he turns blurs my vision. Surprise crosses his eyes before his scowl disappears and the shock is being replaced with something completely different. He surges himself in me crashing his demanding and flaming lips on mine. His hands cup my cheeks keeping me steady as his tongue chases and dances with mine. I grasp the fabric of his jacket under my fingertips protecting myself from a potential collapse. His pressure and passion crushes through me swinging me.

When our lips disconnect, I look up at blue ocean eyes that are wide awake; drinking all of me in.

"What...What are you doing here? You shouldn't be here," He gasps attempting to find his breath after our kisses. I shake my head clasping his head in my hands.

"I know why you never wanted me to come in here. Why you always kept refusing to talk to me about it and I'm standing right here to tell you that it's not working." He shakes his head sealing his lids. "Look at me," I plead. "I don't care about what they're saying about you. They're lying to get your father to earn his profits. Whatever they are saying doesn't matter to me and never will. I love you," I emphasize and I feel his eyes reading through me. "I don't care what strangers think of you. I don't need them to tell me who the person I'm in love with really is,"

"I hadn't lied to you about..."

"I know," I interrupt him. "I didn't doubt you," His eyes soften after my reassurance and my heart flips.

"You should," He states. "You should stay away from me but I don't want to let you go. I guess if I love you enough, I have to,"

"No," I utter. "You don't have to and I won't let you. Corbyn, I know now. I understand why you did what you did. All he said inside there means nothing to me. Even if all that was true which it's isn't, I would still love you." His forehead falls on mine before he nuzzles his head in my neck. I know whatever I say now, the words I will choose will have so much weight on them than I have ever imagined. He stood by me and now, I need to reassure him that I will do the same for as long as it takes. I need to be the only person that won't leave and disappoint him; as he was mine.

I wrap my arms around his neck.

"I love you and nobody can take that away. I won't let any lawyer destroy what we have. I won't let them and neither should you. This what they want. They want you to break apart and lose control showing everybody they're right. I know you're angry," I mutter in his ear sensing his rapid breath move his chest swiftly, he is trying not to blow up. "But don't let them win. You're better than that."

"I hate them," He grits leaning up to meet my steady gaze.

"I know," This time I don't try to change his mind or make him reconsider because I heard. And now, I know.

"They try to take everything I have in my life and rip them into shreds. He's going after his own daughter in the name of protection and love," He spits coloring the words with bloody red poison. "I can't lose her,"

"You won't," I say. "But you need to fight this differently. They won't let you have her if you explode inside there."

"It's not that easy. Did you hear what he was saying? How many lies he..." I lean up standing on my toes and press my lips on his as my fingers caress his cheeks. He deepens the kiss gliding his arms around me and crushing my body against his rigid, angry one. I just hope my peacefulness can take over him as it used to, whenever we would meet in that small room of us; our heavenly escape.

"We should go back," He whispers upon my burning lips without exactly pulling away to disconnect our attached bodies. I nod and with one more quick kiss, we head towards his hell.

I notice the tragic irony; my angel is trapped in his mundane hell that his own parents created as if it is some kind of torturing punishment. And I know, I will endure it with him, I will try to take some of his pain away with all the strength he was borrowing me all of this time. Because that's what you do when you love someone.