You try to walk away, and yet the screams and mocking follow you up the stairs. You find yourself so alone when you sit there on your bed. This isn’t what you wanted.. not for him, and not for you. Now, everyone can see it. They hear it when you talk, hear it pouring down the stairs when you two fight. But it’s all there is. Fighting is the only passion you two have anymore for each other. It’s the only real emotions that you can come up with.
Is there any coming back from this?