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Cadence feels her lungs expand, hit a peak, and then recede. As she looks from atop the ridge, the tides seem to follow her now rhythmic inhales and exhales - or is it the other way around? The Angel snaps herself back to the present moment, steadying herself as her eyes focus back to the battle at hand. Others' hands. The sounds of clashing metal, both high pitched and dull, alternating with seemingly no predictable pattern; the grunting and the guttural screams, filled with rage and pain; the thud of metal boots, running this way and that across the slick earth.

I broke up with my ex, high, while camping, on our exactly 2.5 year anniversary. I had not previously loved anyone to the depths I loved him, nor had I had a relationship in which I felt fulfilled in so many ways. Personality-wise, we are extremely compatible. Even looking at our birth charts - Capricorn/Aquarius galore, the both of us. I used to describe him as a male version of myself.