Obsession.
Remembering is a gift, but also a curse. when one cannot forget the object of one's obsession. It becomes a demented irony of love and hate. Following the irrationality of want, causing pain that can be heard in the desperate survivors' calls. Fighting is not an option anymore, the obsessive heart wants, what the obsessive heart wants. There is no reason or rhyme just the illogical whine. Through the pain there is no emergence, drowning no matter how hard you try. there is no pleasure in being on the other side, it feels like love with murderous intent. nothing makes sense, the words, the looks, even the curses yelled. the fate is sealed, it is their forever and ever again.