I woke to the tv blaring in the next room. I sighed; it's the same thing every day. I don't know how to talk to him. It's like trying to light a match in the rain.

I pretend we're ok. I can't face it—my first mistake.

I start to walk out to him slowly. I still want to make him love me. Hopefully, make him love me again.

I remember the first time I confronted him. He had been drinking, but it seemed like he was still sober—my second mistake.

"It seems that you've been changing lately. I can feel the distance in your touch. You're not with me anymore!"

"But there's two people in this hallway."

"Yeah, and there's only one of us trying to keep this fire going!"

I paused, heavily panting with frustration.

"Should I just give up?"

Slap.

With that, I woke from the nightmare that was my memory. I haven't been able to bring that topic up since. Too scared to even look at him with anything else but a smile.

I've sensed trouble on the horizon ever since.

I'm afraid our time is up.

I look out the window and notice that the clouds are rolling in.

He's drifting away.

"Good morning."

It's like trying to light a match in the rain.

I break.

"I still want to make you love me, hopefully, make you love me again! Even though my intuition tells me that it's the end!"

Slap.

Yeah, I can taste it; it's the end. This love is impossible to save.

Knock, knock.

"Hello, can I help you?" I asked quietly as I opened the door.

The man on the other side smiled, "Hello, I'm Percy, your downstairs neighbor. I heard a crash and was wondering if everything is okay?"

I froze for a second before answering, "I think your ears are playing tricks on you. Thanks for caring, sir, that's nice of you, but I have to go back in now. I wish I could tell you about the noise, but I didn't hear a thing. You know what, it must have been the wind."

He gave me a slight smile, "yeah, it must have been the wind." I backed up and closed the door—my third mistake.

That man was friendly. If only Luke were like him. Maybe then he wouldn't hurt me.

Our love is like flying a kite in a hurricane

We're on a broken road; it's a losing game.

"I still want to make you love me again. Even though my intuition tells me that it's the end." I try screaming, but yet again, it's like trying to light a match in the rain.