"She put her everything into him. He was her guide, her buoy, her hope, her reason. When she was asleep, she saw him, and when she was awake, her eyes looked for him. It was love, and of that she was quite certain.
When he left her, suddenly and for another woman, depression hit her hard. The world, which in his presence seemed so small and welcoming, became distant and harsh, an endless desert of red sand, scarred rocks, and arid shrubs separating her from connecting with another human being. Whenever she did find the courage to leave her consoling mattress, she felt his hands like shackles on her ankles, his oppressive grasp a leash that tethered her to isolation and loneliness.
He kept her there without his knowledge, unwittingly dictating her every thought and movement. It was so even when she had him, and it was still so without him." -M.D. Walter