"Is something wrong?" I asked.

"No, it's just..."

"Just what?"

"I think we need to go separate ways," Christina said, in a very upset tone "These last few months have been some of the best of my life, but today, seeing Eli and Ella, I just don't think me and you can have that. I don't think we could be happy, and start a family together..."

"I-I, I don't understand..."

"Ryan, We CAN'T be together. I don't feel anything for you anymore..." She yelled.

"I've... I've done everything for you... I've bought you gifts, I've care for you while you were sick, helped you through your darkest times. Do you remember the day I found you with a knife to your neck? You remember how I cared for you until those thoughts went away? You know how I've poured every ounce of love I have towards you into our relationship?" I yelled.

"I'm just an empty shell of a human. I can't do this anymore! It's breaking me. I'm sorry... I can't. The love is not there anymore. I just can't love anyone until I've learned to love myself..." She walked through the door and out into the night, crying.

I told Eli everything that happened. His expression seemed to show so much sorrow.

"Damn dude, I wish there was something that I could do..."

I walked over to his coat rack. I reached into his coat pocket, and pulled out his car keys. I threw the coat rack into a glass case on the wall. I grabbed his silver revolver out of the case. I kicked down his front door and got into his car. I turned the keys, and sped out of the driveway. I could see Eli standing in the doorway.

"I'm sorry..." I said, as I sped down the road.

Reaching my apartment, I crashed Eli's car right into the wall of the building. Getting out of the car, there was a metal pole milameters from impaling me. I grabbed the revolver. I walked up two flights of stairs, straight into my room. I locked the door. sat down in my chair, and held the gun in my head, contemplating what to do next.