You watched him drive around calling for you, as if he really was in love with you or something. But no matter how much you wanted to think that, you knew it was only because you were his best friend and of course he didn't want you to get hurt. What he didn't realize was how much he hurt you every single time he made love to you. Hell, every day you were in pain from the torture of not being able to hold him, having him to yourself.
You cursed his name and went home. You entered your house and fell on your bed and wept bitterly. How could you ever let him do this to you in the first place? You set yourself up for pain every day, so why? Why torture yourself when you could just break up with him? That would be the smart thing to do so why? Why did you let him control your heart? He held it now gingerly but firmly, one small move and he could squeeze it, and break your heart and fill you with liquid pain.
You looked at a picture with you being held by him with one arm as he gave the peace sign as well. Those were happy days when you were both young and naïve about the world. Now…Now it was different, you were both adults and he was toying with your heart. You knew you couldn't handle it anymore, you knew it was aggravating to live in this pain day by day. You had to do something about it, but what? You were too much of a coward to kill yourself, or breakup with him straight out. And you didn't have the money to move…maybe you could just pretend to be sick and ignore him until he leaves you alone? Better yet, you could let yourself become sick and then waste away. It would have to work.
The following morning you called in sick, you wouldn't quit your job because that would look to suspicious. Everyone knew you loved what you did. You loved the animals at the shelter you worked for.
As the days passed, you really did grow sick, and with each passing day your stomach began to eat away at itself. You were a month into your sickness and you had only had water. You were so weak you couldn't do anything now but let your body waste away to nothing.
There was a sharp knock at your door. When you didn't answer, it opened, and you realized Francis had a key to your place. Damn it! That part wasn't thought through. Francis came in and saw the horrid state you were in. Francis gasped, "Mon amour! What has happened to you! Look at you! You're a mess!" Leave it to your best friend, and the love of your life to be the doctor. Your eyes started welling up with tears and you couldn't bear to look at him as you cried.