I'm in love with you.
That's what she told him every night.
But she was so fucking blind.
Blinded by love, and blinded by a boy.
You can live up to three weeks without food, and a week without water, but without oxygen you can't make it past 5 minuets.
So, to show her devotion, to prove how true her love was, she made him her oxygen.
Every pulse of her heart she tied to him.
She didn't breath unless he said it was ok.
She only lived and fully experienced moments when she was with him.
Now, one might think, if he was her oxygen, what was she to him?
He liked to pretend she was his oxygen too.
But only when he wasn't busy, or he was bored.
He filled her head with hope for the future, and a life just for the two of them. He craved any and all attention, so he played along.
But at some point, he got tired of her.
Tired of her dependance. Tired of a little puppy dog trailing along.
So he called her up.
He tried to be decent, he tried to be nice, but with a short call he ended it.
He ended her.
Imagine all the air being sucked out of room.
Imagine being held underwater, your lungs are screaming for air, but you won't get any.
You slowly start to lose consciousness.
It gets black and fuzzy.
And you drift into a deep, lonely sleep.
That's how she felt.
Without her oxygen, she was dying.
While he was sitting at home watching tv.