A/N: Warning - the dark, awkward, depressed corners of my mind are ahead... And poetry.


He sat nervously, gulping down alcohol.

She stood shakily, the coffee'd took its toll.

Both had fought until they were worn to the core.

Both didn't want to feel heartbreak anymore.


He was tired of warring and scoring on who could survive best.

She was bored of going out with an average guy, stupidly dressed.

They were descending into madness without their love.

They were pretending, in sadness, to forget their love.


So, he got up and slowly walked over to her.

So, she gave up and let him banish the hurt.

They said then:

Never Again.