Love will tear us apart.

Tunes in my head: Regatta de Blanc by The Police
Atmosphere: Depressed. Lonely.

"Are you happy?"

"Yes, I am."

"Are you happy with leaving me to sink?"

"Yes."

"How does it make you feel?"

"Well, I feel okay."

"Are you even taking into account how you might be hurting me and others?"

"Not particularly."

"You shattered me."

"I know."

"Are you going to glue me back together?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"You're not important to me, anymore, Page."

"..."

"Not at all."

"I hope you know what you've done to me."

"No, I don't."

"I always said that I care about you more than words express. I do."

"Prove it."

"Can't you see the effect you're having on me?"

"I can. Should I care?"

"A person like you should. Instead, you're just driving me far away. Instead, you're hurting me."

"Okay."

"Do you even care that I'm miserable?"

"Yes, of course. You can always come to me."

"Then how come every time I do come to you, you respond with anger or frustration and it eventually ends with us angry at each other?"

"It just does."

"Why aren't you working at keeping us as close as we are? It's obviously a massively intimate relationship, judging from other people's experiences. We're much closer than you think, Christabel."

"Are we?"

"Well, you can't see how you've alienated nearly everyone around you? Me and Sage are all you've got left. I sat here and defended you against all comers, and this is how you're repaying me. Sage did the same, and you're doing it to her, as well. You're doing it to the two people who unconditionally care about you, rather than to those who don't. You're digging yourself deeper, and the hole will eventually become too deep for even me to pull you out of, Bel."