Since she met him, she started to be afraid of every noise. She took care to look behind her every step. She was apprehensive out of fear of him. All that mattered was trying to escape the nightmare he had caused her, but the pain of losing a portion of your soul was almost as excruciating as the dread driving her. It had been a very long time since Diana had experienced love, and it doesn't appear that will ever change. All that matters is getting away from her life's relentless cruelty and the certain future cruelty. By every means necessary, flee. Rarely is life just. Life is worse while you're running.