"I think that there is a palpable jealousy that comes with broken people. Jealousy from insecure lovers, who know that someone broke this other's back with a word and they were not the one to do it. They couldn't do it, they don't have enough hold in that heart." This said to an empty building; Artemis is pacing furiouly by a shaded window. "I think that's why I didn't stay. Because I knew that if I left, the world would go on the same, perhaps even better, without us together. That they didn't change my life, change my heart." "I think," I say, watching her bite her nails to bloody nubs. "I think he knew how unimportant we were to each other and that inspired some perverse jealousy and desire to be more important, to be devastating, to be irreplaceable. I think that is what tears most people apart, and pushes them to go on in completely different directions."
