Violent Passion


Things had been upside down for a while. Nothing that they had said to each other was really heartfelt, or serious; only a blind quick fix. They always said they were still in love, despite the fact that they showed their affection through violence and firey tongues. We were always wondering what kind of passion it was that kept such a broken couple together. What was their incentive? Why stay miserable? Myself and everyone else around them constantly tried to get her out of there. She would come to our coffee dates with swollen eyes like she had been crying an ocean. She always said that when things are meant to be, they can turn sour, but they always get better. I hate that she waited for things to get better.

She disappeared that night. The way she saw it was that she was better off dead.

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