I had all I wanted. My job was fun and relaxed, I enjoyed my reading and gaming hobbies frequently, and I had you...the one person I loved, the one person I needed more than air. And I was happy. I loved you, I enjoyed every second of our time together, and I thought you loved me. Until you drove us off a cliff, injuring me and putting you into critical condition. I wrote it off as exhaustion, or just incompetance; you always were a silly goose, but when I saw your face stare back at me when you woke up...all I saw was hate.

And it broke me.