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Note: I had to write this after listening to Eminem's "Love the Way You Lie." Try it!

When a Tornado Meets a Volcano

What? What...just... happened?

Was it a dream? Was this real life? What…

God, he hoped it was a dream…

…It was supposed to be perfect.

He rehearsed everything-the food, the music, the location.

It was Paris, for god's sake. Paris. Who breaks up in Paris?

…there was yelling. He remembered the yelling, and fury, and the tears and then-

"Fine." ("I guess it's over.")

"Fine."

No, no, no...no. Not fine.

Not. Fine. At. All.

Why did he say that?

…sometimes, he hated himself.