"To be quite honest, I would rather..." and at those words, your heart plummeted to the depths of your stomach, your gagging reflex seemed to kick in, and the whole in your chest seemed to encompass your whole being. You didn't need to hear the rest of the sentence, with words you knew would be aimed with skilled malice. This feeling has become to routine, too familiar. You only kept asking her because you thought it would make her realise that you were being serious, that if you had her, you would do your best to make her complete. But it has done the opposite, as is always the way with her; the girl who would dress smart yet her cardigan would have a massive rip in it. So as you walk away, with her shouted insults crashing over you, reverberating against the walls and slamming against your chest; you truly lose hope. For the first time in this war you lose faith, for what is there to fight for, what reason is there to defend yourself when the one you can't live without, doesn't want to live anywhere near you.