When the police came and subdued her, he fought back tears. How could he let the love of his life down? How could he let her become this way? When she finally calmed down, they went to bed without a word to each other.
After the episode, things weren't the same between them. They didn't bring each other the happiness that they had once been able to give. She continued to miss her pills, and he stopped bothering to remind her, too wrapped up in his own attempts to keep himself financially alive.
Their relationship drowned in its own toxicity. Her episodes increased in size and number. He began to resent her existence but was too afraid to leave her out of hope for the passion of their early relationship to return. Without him, she had no one to take her anger out on. Neither left each other, simply because in a sick way, they needed each other.
One night, they decided to watch a new movie in theaters. It was a snapshot of the beginning stages of their relationship. They cuddled in the uncomfortable seats and shared popcorn. It was as if things were returning to the way they once were, and both were more than pleased with that possibility. Neither of the two really watched the movie; they were too engrossed in having their first happy conversation in weeks. Whenever these rare moments happened, they had to appreciate them.
They left the movie theater holding hands. Her hair was a little unkempt, and he smoothed it out, kissing her head after. She smiled her crooked smile, and, for once, things seemed to be okay. After a couple minutes of walking, they finally got to the parking garage and got in his car.
Things were too good to be true. As they backed out, her eyes seemed to glaze over.
"I can't do this anymore," she told him, her voice unwavering.
He stopped the car and looked at her for a few seconds, before chuckling. The chuckling soon became hysterical laughter.
When he finally stopped, he looked at her with a half smile and said: "Me either."
He stepped down on the accelerator and drove out of the parking garage at 50 miles per hour. By the time he was out on the road, he was going at 100. Her face exhibited only terror, but she said nothing to stop him. If it was going to happen, it had to happen this way.
There was a red light, but he made no attempt of stopping. He drove into traffic from the other side. One car nearly hit him and missed, but another car did the
After the episode, things weren't the same between them. They didn't bring each other the happiness that they had once been able to give. She continued to miss her pills, and he stopped bothering to remind her, too wrapped up in his own attempts to keep himself financially alive.
Their relationship drowned in its own toxicity. Her episodes increased in size and number. He began to resent her existence but was too afraid to leave her out of hope for the passion of their early relationship to return. Without him, she had no one to take her anger out on. Neither left each other, simply because in a sick way, they needed each other.
One night, they decided to watch a new movie in theaters. It was a snapshot of the beginning stages of their relationship. They cuddled in the uncomfortable seats and shared popcorn. It was as if things were returning to the way they once were, and both were more than pleased with that possibility. Neither of the two really watched the movie; they were too engrossed in having their first happy conversation in weeks. Whenever these rare moments happened, they had to appreciate them.
They left the movie theater holding hands. Her hair was a little unkempt, and he smoothed it out, kissing her head after. She smiled her crooked smile, and, for once, things seemed to be okay. After a couple minutes of walking, they finally got to the parking garage and got in his car.
Things were too good to be true. As they backed out, her eyes seemed to glaze over.
"I can't do this anymore," she told him, her voice unwavering.
He stopped the car and looked at her for a few seconds, before chuckling. The chuckling soon became hysterical laughter.
When he finally stopped, he looked at her with a half smile and said: "Me either."
He stepped down on the accelerator and drove out of the parking garage at 50 miles per hour. By the time he was out on the road, he was going at 100. Her face exhibited only terror, but she said nothing to stop him. If it was going to happen, it had to happen this way.
There was a red light, but he made no attempt of stopping. He drove into traffic from the other side. One car nearly hit him and missed, but another car did the
