People break. Or, rather—they feel as if they've broke. Their emotions numb and they become glassy eyed and complacent, yearning for 'what could have (and should have) been'; 'what never will be', 'why didn't I ...'

People drift apart. Well, it's more like you're trying to hold onto what you have, but it evaporates within your hands as you try to reach across that ocean—holding the two of you apart. The nights upon nights and days upon days spent laughing with one another change to nights and days left wondering what happened in between you and the other and how or even if you can change it. Nights and days that leave you breathless, but not in the same way as before. You struggle to breathe as you grasp at anything, anyone, to blame; they leave you feeling as if you're slowly running out of of air, and nobody gives a single care at all.