"But- but Landyn, I love you!" In the middle of a nearly-silent night these words echoed down the streets and into the homes of many peaceful sleepers. The words cut through Landyn Tate like a knife. Why couldn't the girl just hate him? He was a player, after all! It was the world's most cruel punishment, to remind Landyn Tate of the havoc he had caused in both his life and in the life of his lover. Landyn continued to do what he did best in these situations, run away. He headed down the streets of Maryland until he could no longer hear the tearful cries of a woman who's name Landyn Tate had already chosen to forget. Once the cries came to a stop, and the town became quiet once more, Landyn slowed his pace down to a sorrowful walk. Her name was angelic, his mind couldn't erase that. She liked ponies, and art, and long walks on the beach. Whenever he asked her what she wanted to do she'd let out a small giggle, as if he was crazy for asking, and say "I want to hang out with you!" Her nose twitched whenever he kissed her too, which was the cutest thing. For a girl who was just supposed to be a sex toy, Landyn sure did know a lot of simple things about her. Now if only he could forget... perhaps another female companion would do... or maybe two. Landyn kept an eye out for the perfect place to meet his next girl.