Scaramouche was your first love, and your last.. He wasn't the best man, he'd sometimes hurt you, mentally and physically.

you knew it was wrong, he should be doing that to you . But you loved him nonetheless. One day, you and him were arguing.. Again.

it got to the point his slapped you hard across the face, I yelled at you "I hate you! I fucking hate you!"

and all you could do was sit there silently, you still loved him, more than anything in the world. And without him.. To you, it'd be the end of the world.