Every time he was alone, he wrecked everything. He shattered mirrors with his bare hand, he threw tvs across the room, he broke apart when he thought of what he had done and everything he would do. She was the only one that could stop him. She was the only one he loved. The only one he'd ever love. But it was too late, he killed her like he killed everyone else. He slit her throat like it was nothing. Or at least it should've been. He destroyed her like he destroyed this room. She had told him that he'd never hear her say he couldn't be saved, that she'd stop trying. That's what set him off. That's what made him do it. Now she could never save him, no one could, and her memory would tear him apart.