Ruby walked home head held high with little pride she had left as the tears fell down her face. She knew he was a loser, a user in every sense of the word; a user of drugs, a user of others especially her and she had planned to break up with him. But when he dropped the word it was over in between sips of decaf coffee, she felt broken hearted. Like she lost something important. Not someone, but just something. Another project of saving the world one helpless loser at a time had broken from her net. If she had let him go it would have been acceptable, that was control and being in charge; he wasn't ready enough or strong enough to take the pole from her and twist away and escape. Perhaps she tried too much? Instead of always trying to correct the faults just accept them. Give and take a little. Ruby herself wasn't perfect and she knew that. When she was young she enjoyed logical games, puzzles, riddles, who dun it games she excelled at them. Because it was something she could help fix and make complete and understandable for others to enjoy. Just like all these failed relationships. She often forgot to correct the errors in her life, unable and unwilling to try. They needed the help more. Ruby watched her mother fix her father, years of tears, countless fights and broken hearts repaired and broken again. She had succeed, Ruby knew one day she could find someone to fix. To wash away their sins and imperfections. Yeah he'd come along some day, and perhaps he could fix her too.