And with that she gave up on ever being free of him. She hated him. The cancerous tumor growing in her bones, killing her body. Her body already wasted by him. He never asked, always assumed, taking her emotion, taking her heart. The girl was weaker than she knew herself to be. Who is this boy that poisons her soul? When did she fall to this stupor of defeat, this illness incomplete? The idea that she had surrendered so much control terrifies her. Never again will a boy win, and never again will a man walk in.