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She sits on the abused body of her latest lover, tears of anger dripping unheeded down her cheeks.

His voice draws her attention she gazes at him without seeing. As if hypnotized, her soul aching for the words he spoke, she slid off the empty shell of a man and fell to the floor. Her legs were weak as she sobbed, making it difficult to stand. Stand and go to the man that would finally be perfect.

She crawls across the floor. Using the door frame for support as she stands, one hand reaches out in disbelief. Shaking as her fingers touch his chest. And then she is against him. Holding him to her desperately and kissing him. Kissing him and finally able to see him, to hear him. She looks up, into those eyes that promise her everything she's ever searched for.

Her grip tightens, perfect nails digging into his shoulders as her body is wracked with sobs. All the pain of those she loved... they never loved her. She had hoped for so long that she'd been wrong, that somewhere inside one of them there had been a glimmer of true affection. But there wasn't. There was only more pain. More fear and heartache. There wasn't even hatred. None of them even cared enough to hate her for what she had done. They were only frightened and in pain.

She would never know love... and she would never know hate. She could only watch and cry as she died in her own arms again and again. Feeling nothing of any real consequence. She meant nothing to no one... not even herself.