Love, Obsession, Torture
“Stop, Robin. Just stop, I can’t live like this. I need you.”
“Let me go Jack, I’m exhausted.” He slowly detached himself from me without a struggle, stalking to his car and speeding away. I turned around, watching the taillights, my eyes brimming over with tears.
Love didn’t have to hurt like this, but loving Jack felt like an excruciating torment, a feeling rival to a sword piercing through your heart over and over and over again.