Tyler

You were a girl who could be described with the word "tenderness"—beautiful, kind, and incredibly attractive. You had femininity to spare. You had no bad habits—you were a lamb of God. And that's exactly how you met him—Tyler.

A man who would do anything for you, he pursued you long and hard and still got what he wanted. You were like fire and water—incredibly different. He had a mountain of terrible habits, and you were too proper. You did adopt one of his habits: you started smoking, not as often as he did, but still.

You didn't know when it all went wrong. Tyler suddenly grew cold and often avoided talking about why and what had happened. You didn't like the cold; it was too much for your already vulnerable soul. And today, he finished you off—he broke off your relationship, justifying it by blaming his loss of interest in you. And it was at that moment that something broke, and life became dull and boring.

You didn't notice how you literally became one, but only with an addiction to alcohol and smoking. Today was an ordinary day, you were sitting in the apartment, finishing a smoldering cigarette, when suddenly you heard footsteps. Someone had come in. You stood up, walked to the front door, and saw Tyler—you burst into tears, simply unable to look at him, especially in such a state.

He was horrified, his gaze immediately sweeping over your face—tear-stained and tired. He slowly approached you and hugged you, realizing his mistake. He gently placed his hands on your cheeks and pulled your head toward him to look into your eyes.

"Why are you doing this to yourself, darling? I'm not worth it, don't cry. I won't leave you again, forgive me..." He whispered this in a voice of complete remorse and gently touched your forehead with his lips.