Shadow, "I know I have difficulties expressing my emotions, but I try, why can't you except me."
Amy, "It's the same bullshit Shadow; I give you a chance and you fuck it up. You say you care but I have yet to see it."
Shadow, "I want to care. I told you I had trouble understanding others and you said it was ok; you said you would help me understand."
Amy, "There you go again making it about yourself. When will you consider how I feel."
Shadow, "Amy? I don't understand what do you mean?"
Amy, "That's it you can't understand!"
Shadow, "But, but, but..."
Shadow wasn't use to love, nor did he know how to react to love's scorn. He had experienced lose and pain, but for the first time he had felt disappointment; disappointment in himself. Amy was leaving. He couldn't stop her. It was his own damn fault she was going. There was nothing Shadow could do. He felt empty.
Amy, "I need to go. It hurts me to much to stay here."
All Shadow could do was stair in shock.
Amy, "Good bye Shadow."
Amy walked out the door and shut it behind her. Shadow's hand reached out, then lowered. He let out a sigh. Lose was typical for him; nothing unexpected. His shame of failing their relationship still rose in him.
Shadow went to his typical release. The mirror shard he and Amy kept under their mattress. He cut his arm. He and Amy usually cut each other, it's how they bonded, but this solitary self infliction was different. It wasn't an open wound, but an empty incision.