What do you lose?

"It was my fault. It always was."
It had to be; it was never any other way. And she didn't even have to think about what she did.

It didn't matter what it was, it was her fault.

She had been becoming too much like her mother. Submissive, loyal.
And he and she had two separate rooms. They only slept together, if it could be called that.
And that was the only place they were forced to be truly close.


So there she was, looking down. She didn't dare to look up at him. She knew he was looking through her, seeing her for how pathetic she really was.

So long as she took all the blame, it would be all right, she beleived. It was naive.

And there he went, not because he didn't love her anymore, he had lost that a long time ago.

He was just too bored.