Now Or Never, Part Three

We just don't understand each other, I guess. What do you want from me?
Erik was detached, barely repressing his thinly veiled irritation with Lindsay. It's been going on for months. The same argument, back and forth, circling down the drain, an endless spiral of  miscommunication. So decayed it's coming apart in pieces.
Wow. Just wow.
Lindsay has no other words. A year of hoping against hope he'd come around Lindsay is realizing that it's over. Erik is in it for Erik and Erik alone. And the booze. Lindsay's fallen apart physically, her body shut down months ago and she's muscling through day to day trying to stave off her own implosion. The wilful self destruction of their lives. So this is the way it ends, not with a bang, but a whimper. The end of the what ifs, the could be's, the happily ever after, like peeling back layers of newly formed skin on the scab that just won't heal. They're too far gone to find the horizon and get back to an even keel.
How did we get here?
I don't know. But there you have it.
So that's it? It's over, just like that?
Come on, Lindsay, it's not just like that. You've been unhappy for months. Longer.
And you, Erik? Where are you?
I'm right here, where I've always been.
No, you're not. You checked out a long time ago.
Alright Lindsay, if that's how you see it...
Of course that's how I see it, that's how it is, Erik. It's what this has become.

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