The Limit Does Not Exist.

He looked tired and worn out. And despite it being his own decision, she felt it was her

fault. And how he looked took a toll on her already low self esteem. She felt a million times

worse. She was alone, unloved, uncared for, useless and depressed. Not to mention hurt and

guilty, all at the same time.

“You haven’t been eating, have you?”

She looked up and met his eyes. Now he looked frustrated and bothered. The truth was she

hadn’t been. She wasn’t hungry. And never was. And as a result, she was pale, shaky, and

growing steadily unhealthy. And she was losing weight, fast.

She nodded.

He sighed, and took her hand.

“Things are complicated. But only for now.”

She looked up, her eyebrows pressing together.

“No, you make it complicated. It doesn’t have to be complicated.”

He sighed.

“You say I choose to be depressed. And if that’s true than you choose to let things be

complicated too.”

He let go of her hand. She could tell he was getting even more frustrated.

“I’m so sick of this.” He whispered, “ Just choose to be happy. I have.”

The words hurt.

She shook her head, “I’ll be happy when you stop complicating things.”

Even his cool blue eyes looked angry.

“You make it complicated. You don’t have to. Take down the walls of complication you’ve

put up in your mind. The limit does not exist.”