Isolate. That's what people do when they're sad; they isolate themselves. Always wondering the reason why, but everyone you talk to gives a different answer. Wether a person is alone or in a room full of people, they can still feel the need to isolate themselves.
Anguish and despair radiated off of her like heat from the sun. It spreads in all directions for thousands of miles. Sure, you can put sunscreen on, and you can stand in shade or be indoors, but the sun is still afire, no matter what. She had that same effect. Everyday felt like a puzzle, except it was the same exact puzzle, just a different pattern was required to solve it; yet always the same result. She tried everything to make herself feel better. She tried talking, thinking, or even just experiencing different things, in hopes that something would change. It didn't. Not enough at least.
Little things would help, but nothing could permanently resolve her issue. Taciturn and distant, she fought through each day as a battle, because letting one day go meant losing the battle, and if she lost a battle, she could lose the war. That's the last thing she wanted to do. Perhaps on some level she wanted to, because it's better than dealing with what she was feeling, but at least she still felt alive.
She thought about talking to him again, wondered if he could change as much now as he did then. She became better by her own effectuation, but the way he made her feel was unlike anyone else. He touched her mind and her soul, but different to how he touched her body. It's almost as if he found her too fragile to touch. He treated her body as the most sacred object in the whole world, and that touching her was almost forbidden except to the right person at the right time, as if it were a ritual.
He was like a cold winter day. He was sometimes peaceful but cold, but had anger like no other. A hurricane that was violent and destructive. Anger like frost bite, that left a mark for weeks upon her soul.
They loved each other because they made the other feel a little less less lonely, but this wasn't love. This was chaos.
She isolated herself when she was upset, in fear that she would make him feel responsible for her problems.
He isolated himself when he was angry, in fear that he would hurt her so bad that it would cause her to leave.
