He stopped feeling- stopped feeling anything at all. It just happened one day. Everything became so routine that he couldn’t handle it any more. He had to break the cycle, or so he said. I knew what was going to happen but there was nothing I could do except wait. I could tell by his expresses. I can point out the exact day he decided he was sick of it all and he was going to do something about it. He had the kind of eyes that you could stare into for hours, those beautiful eyes. One day, there was something different about the look in them.
It’s part of a story I wrote. If you want to read all of it tell me so and I’ll post it. Only reason I didn’t post it all at the beginning is because I know my writting is really bad and I don’t want to waste anyones time.