“Can you do me a favor?”

I knew what I wanted before he even answered the question, which was rare for me.

“I know I said I wanted to wait, but I really just- can’t do it. I don't want to.”

"Why", he asked,

 I thought about the nicest way to say, ‘you used to make me great like Shakespeare, now I can only paint scribbles and memorize chords,

 “I want to be a writer again” I said finally, and he didn’t say anything for a long time.

“We ruined ourselves, didn’t we?”

  “No,” I said, “I don’t think so; we just messed up a little. I became dependent on your torture, unable to fight back and it just took so much out of me that we can’t continue on this way”

A normal day was a normal day. This girl had become so worthless to everyone that she turned him into a weapon.