They say INFJs are psychic, well, maybe they just have wide imaginations.

He lay down with his back flat on the floor and took in a painful breath of air.

This had always been coming...it had come already, so many months ago...
He had let it go, he had a second chance.. he did. But she gave him that feeling again. He thought maybe, just maybe, things could be the same again.
I've been such a fool. Damn, damn, damn...
The answer was no, it still wouldn't change.
That stubburn, stubborn..ah..
Not this pain again!
I had come so far..oh I let her go, I did. Why, why, why....

Somewhere far away:

He moved over to the left side of the road and pulled over. Its not like he had anywhere to go. Just somewhere. He needed something, something, anything to get away from this emptiness.
Only she could fill it. Only she could pick me up when I was like this..make me feel better.
But shes there, and i'm here...across the damn ocean.
And its over. Forever.
I can't give it up. I don't think I ever can.
He was in love with her. Why in the world couldn't she see? Why in the world couldn't she understand? He could see his whole life with her.
Why can't I make her believe like I do? I'd give anything..anything. I can't live like this..without her. How can she ask me to?
He started to cry.

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She sat with her back against the wall and her head tilted back. Just staring at the ceiling. She grimaced and tried to take a breath. A tear started in her warm eye and rolled down her stiff cheek.
After all this is what i'm born for isn't it? To love..no..to be loved, and to break them.
But she wasn't even fit for that. And she hated it more than anything.
There is no place.
Breath escaped her in a sort of dead chuckle.
I didn't want to do this. Did I? What did I want? What did I ever want? I don't even know myself.
Its so lonely when you don't even know yourself.
Maybe I was born to die, maybe i'll die soon. Maybe i'm not sane anymore..I hope not..that always seemed like freedom to me....
She shivered.
There is no place for me, because I don't want to belong. I always have to be free.

Oh, I'm happy right now..

What do we do?
I can't understand,
What I even do.

Acheive. Destroy. Survive. Recycle.

Then put on a content face and pretend its made you a greater person.
But you're actually just more tired than you were before.