Was it true that he could do nothing to make her happy? Was it true that he was foolish for caring? He didn't know, but she seemed to think so. What was there left to say? Were there some magic words to convince her to stay with him? Were there some magic words that would make her not like hurting people? Probably not. The question loomed in his mind, and with great sorrow, he realized what he had to do. Everything he did was for her, and maybe this was the only way to get through to her. It hurt him, cut him deeply to do this, but not for his pride or ego, but for his love of her. Keith knew this would be the hardest thing he'd ever have to do, but he could see no other way. Keith sighed and turned to leave.<br/><br/>"Call me if you need me for a homework question or something. Later" Keith began to walk away, his hands hanging loosely at his sides. She'd won, just like she always wanted. He was broken.