You don’t get to be your own person around Billy. He wears you down until there’s barely anything left. Dark circles bloom beneath your eyes; your collarbones grow sharper, more pronounced. You can feel him starting to resent the way you look—resent the proof of what he’s done to you—so he pulls away. He stays out longer, drives aimlessly, maybe even looks for someone else. Anything to escape the thing he’s created.