I watched him saunter away, cozying up to her. I could feel the warm, thick, droplets of mascara streaking the planes of my face. And I knew he was right, it had to be like this, we had to stay apart. But I couldn't fight it, the hunger. I wanted him, needed him, he was everything and more. But tomorrow it would all be over. The pain, ache, and broken shards of heart, they'd all be gone, vanished as if they never existed at all. I would be numb, as though my veins were full of novocaine. Unable to hurt, unable to love, lost, gone, invisible. Tomorrow i would be nothing, nothing at all.