I left… a cold day. Thats what it was. Melancholy would be what I described the world as being. I know not if what I did was right but to me it meant all the better. I left her. Not because of some fault of hers… not even because it wasnt working. I left out of fear of my own being. It isnt that I myself was a bad man. Or that I feared her actions. It was that I myself, in myself, feared my own th...