“I want to carry a piece of who I was before, so when I hit the wall, I really hit the wall…” he said, fingering the broken lighter in his pocket. The only thing he kept to remind himself of his former self. “I so hate consequences, but running from you is what my best defence is. I don’t know what else to do…everytime I see you, smell you, touch you, I can’t think of anything else but what I’ve done. I start again only to be reminded again and again.“

She looked at him, her face showing no emotion. But her eyes, her eyes gave it away. The showed her hurt, her confusion, her pain. But he didn’t see it. He only saw a mirror of what’d he been.

He said the words, he knew she knew, “Oh God, oh God, I needed you. But what we take from this, is what we get and we haven’t quite figured it out just yet.

Without a sound, she wrapped her arms around him and held on as if the rest of the world were crashing down around her. Which in her eyes, it was.