She had been a free spirit.
Independent, competitive, guarded, quirky and intelligent.
She was the definition of perfection by her standards.
And her standards were good enough.
She didn't need anybody, or anyone.
She had her intelligence, her wit, her obsession with being perfect.
Neuroticism her best friend.
Loyalty her worst enemy.
He bridled her.
He wooed her with kisses and coffee.
Words and keys.
He made her take steps when she wasn't ready.
He brought down her walls, took away her independent spirit and led her to the point where she had decided that she couldn't live without him.
Her obsession became him.
He was her drug.
She got friends.
She lost her edge.
A trade she'd never intended for.
She couldn't think when she looked at him, all of the textbooks she'd tried so desperately to memorize was gone.
He turned her world upside.
He'd broken her.
She'd committed herself to helping him, to being there for him anyway she could.
Even if it meant putting everything she knew and loved about her life on the line.
She lost sleep.
She did things that would never be expected of her.
Desperately trying to show him that she still felt it even if she couldn't say it.
She buried herself in books during the early morning, all day, and in the evening.
Then at night she'd bury her face into his chest and try not to cry.
She was not a crier.
But he made her a crier.
She was a free spirit.
But now?
Now she's been tamed.
Domesticated.
Everything she's ever known or cared about taken away.
No, not taken away.
She gave it to him.
He shut the door in her face.
A/N: Depressed? Check. Irritated? Check. Ready for finals? Not quite.
