Long for that feeling to not feel at all

KORBIN

But what does it take to break you, to awake you?
To make you bow and spit it out?

He tried. If only to make it stop, so he would be left alone. There was an intake of breath, an attempt to form words but... but they never came. What could he say? No words from him would do her justice. And even though he tried, to say anything, even to describe the color of her hair, the pain that wrecked Korbin made him double up, the pain so physical it drove the breath from his lungs. A kick to the gut, because every thought, every image of her drove home over and over that she was not there.

"She left me." A breathless whisper, a crack in the dam. And the flood gates were forced open. Slowly, every move an agony, Korbin's arms went up to shield the head even as the sobs began to wreck his exhausted body. Tearing, gut-wreching, the crying of one who had done it for so long and so often that every second was old, wearied, a familiar path from which there was no escape.

The thought, the single sentence kept spinning in his head. She left. She left him. She went off without him and now she was gone, and these idiots wouldn't let him follow. What was he supposed to do here without her? How could it be them against the world when there was no them anymore?

How was he supposed to do this without her?

Doesn't matter if I hate you or embrace you
Nothing makes you turn around