Detachment.
It's such a cold feeling.
Actually,
It's no feeling at all.
My body is completely numb.
The pain was too much for me to bear.
I shut it off.
I fall into a void of deep,
    Dark,
        Nothingness.
Detachment.
It's brutal.
Even as your lips press against mine in earnest,
I can't respond.
Because I don't feel them.
I don't want to.
I'm fine with a gaping hole in my chest.
I prefer it to the torture you put...

“I love you, but I hope with all my might that you don’t love me back."

Those were your first words after seeing me for the first time in a year. You're dark hair falls into your face, your golden eyes glowing, longing for me to understand what was going on in your head. The rain poured around us, making the moment sadder than it needed to be. My body had already been shaking in the frigid weather, but now...