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So, as it turns out, he never actually loved her.

He led her on, with his perfect smile that lit his entire face, always looking at her with his sea-blue eyes. He had danced with her on more than one occasion, and they had had dinner together, just them, many times. He had flirted, and teased, and drove her mad, but she always thought it was the case of a schoolboy crush, where he picked on her because he liked her.

Now, she realized, that he wasn't just playing hard-to-get.

She was so stupid, always helping him out when the law finally caught up with his ridiculous antics, hoping that maybe next time he would stop and think. That he would more strongly return her feelings. She would never fire him, even after those times when she wanted to absolutely kill him, she would never let him go. Because she knew that if she did, she would never lay her eyes on him again. He would never return.

So she made clear how pissed she was, but nothing ever changed.

She had always thought that maybe it was the job that stopped him from coming forward. She had always thought about after they caught Red John, and usually shared his musings with him, but he always seemed so faraway. He'd give her a weary smile and say things like "Let's survive this first, shall we?" but she never really made much sense of it until it was too late.

Had she always been this clueless? Or had she been blinded by love?

She stood with him, the early rays of dawn just lightening the sky. He was soaked in blood. It stained his blonde curls and he looked like a true monster. A grotesque, twisted thing.

She was in her business attire as was the usual, but her face betrayed her feelings.

He wouldn't even look at her.

There was a small voice in the back of her mind, grinning as it hissed, "Told you so."

Patrick Jane never loved her. She was a tool in his revenge against the man that killed his family.

His only family.

In her despair, her last beam of hope, she asked, "What will you do now?" and dreaded the answer.

He was silent for a moment, looking down as his hands, not realizing how staggering red fresh blood really was. He twisted the ring on his finger and looked at her, really looking at her. Teresa Lisbon saw no trace of the man she had loved. There was hardly a shadow, just a hallowed out shell of what once was.

And he answered.

"I will see my family now."

He turned his back to her, walking slowly out to the rising sun. He walked away from her, away from his house, and towards the sparkling ocean and the waves crashing against the cliffside. He didn't turn back, and kept walking until his silhouette was naught but a speck in the distance.

She never saw him alive again.

A/N: Baw, sadness. :( I originally planned for this to be a oneshot, but I wrote another piece in Lisbon's POV. Poor thing. The title of chapter one, abeo, is latin and it means like leaving, or vanish, or die, and chapter two title, maneo, means to stay or endure. And the title of this twoshot is also latin, and means 'True love never dies'.