It really hurt me.  It saved me and it tore me apart.  The situation was stereotypical, a probable demise for two in love.  I got out, though.  I got away, as a stereotypical miracle.  The difference here, however, is the aftermath, but I can't keep this in me any more.  There is a legacy to tell.
I knew of pain.  I knew of the void within.  People decided to take advantage of me.  Pieces of my heart slowly disappeared, and I grew empty.  Then, I laughed.  It covered the gap, filled it with echoes of joy, and I ran after the source of my laughter.  Luckily, he enjoyed my company, and friendship was made.
Our relation grew as it was bound to do, and the laughter waned as the basis of our relationship took its place as happiness.  Smiles, laughs, talks, and walks were us.  Love had struck me, and I was filled, unlike other times.  Then, the relationship stretched to physicalities, and even there we pleased each other.  He said I was an angel, beautiful in the body and cute in the face.  He was lean and handsome with angular expressions and an upright posture.
His mind deteriorated, though, and he said he went crazy by his own thoughts.  He insisted that he was missing something, and one day, he left for no reason.  A week later, he came back, sobbing and broken.  A year later, he did it again, and he was gone for what seemed like ages.  My own void came back: a hole deep within me.  I realized the void was bigger after having lost someone I loved as much as I did.  It doesn't hurt as much when you don't have a time with something great to compare it with, but unlike the first years of my life, I had my time with him,
One day, I was sitting on the porch as I had done day after day, doing nothing but staring at the sky and thinking of nothing because everything made me think of my loss.  It was better most days for me to not think of it but only stare at the sky.  That day was different, though.  They sky seemed deeper in its colors.  Then, a rustling came from the bushes on the border of my property.  A man came out, stumbling over his feet as he pulled from the bushes.
I stood up an started across the yard for him.  As I got closer, my heart started to race.  The man started to collapse as I got close to him, and I caught him beneath the arms as he fell to bring him back to his feet.  Pulling him up, I looked at his cut and scrapped face, caked with mud and blood.  "Elson?  Are you alright?" I asked quietly as I carefully held him up, waiting for him to respond.  he rolled his head around slowly, eventually letting his forehead rest against mine.
"Ali," he said as he put his arms around me as tightly as he could around my neck.  His arms too were covered in what looked like the wounds of a battle.
"What happened to you?"
"I fought my way back from the other side of the country.  I thought I lost myself, and I went out to find myself.  Amidst the chaos within me, I seemed to forget that I gave myself to you, and when I was as far away as I could possibly be, I realized where I was.  I fought my way back to you."
That was the last time he would leave.
A few years later, he and I were in bed after having a talk that lasted for hours.  He was feeling restless again, yet he reassured me that he love me again and again.  I had never doubted that, and if he did leave, I wouldn't worry, because I knew he'd be back because he always would, because he always did.  As I lay in the bed with his arms wrapped around me, I felt happiness and a fulfillment knowing he would always come back, and my eyes closed as I drifted to sleep.
I heard a noise, a roar and pressing heat.  My most recent dream had left me paralyzed in dear.  After analyzing the room, I noticed an orange glow from on the floor.  Quickly, I got up and headed to the door.  As I grabbed the door knob, I withdrew my hand immediately.   The door knob was flaming hot, and I could hear a crackling from the other side.  "Elson!"  I turned back to the bed.  It was empty.  He was gone.  I headed to the window to see if I could jump and land well enough to get away.  There were rocks and scrap wood two floors down below my window.  I couldn't jump without breaking a leg.  There was no reasonable way of escape that came to my mind.  I started to panic.  Smoke began billowing from the door as the door began to burn, and I covered my mouth with my shirt to protect myself from the smoke.  Sitting around was death, and I knew that, so in a n attempt to live, I threw all of my blankets out the window to buffer my fall as the fire creeped into my room and approached me.  Though my head was out the window for some time, I was getting light-headed and could feel myself losing consciousness.  With the last armful of blankets in my arms, I heaved them over the window sill and readied to jump with the last of my energy reserves, but I slipped, falling onto the wall as I grasped the window sill.  I slid down the wall, having lost my breath and my consciousness slip from me.  I had no more fight in me and was ready to be consumed.  No thoughts ran through my m ind as my vision faded, not until a voice called my name.  "Ali!  Where are you?  Ali!  Are you in here?"  I looked up slowly and thought my best of yelling out to him, but I couldn't.  As my vision zipped out, I saw in the glow of the fire a shadow, Elson's shadow, and I was gone.
The ground was cold, and there was dew all over me.  I looked at the starry sky and the smoke coming from my right.  Images of fire flashed through my head, and then..."Elson!"  I rolled over and got on my hands and knees, looking around and coughing from having irritated my smoke-distorted throat as I called for Elson.  Peering through my strained eyes, I saw Elson, lying on the ground by the car.  I hurried over to him and saw the cell phone in his hand.  Whether he called for help or not didn't matter because I was sure that someone saw our blazing house which was now ashes and embers riddled with nails and glass and the remnants of my life.  I rolled Elson over so I could see his face.  His charred skin oozed something rank and stuck to my hands.  It was hot and smelled of burning flesh and already of decay.  Dirt stuck to his skin, as well.  "Elson," I said quietly, "Elson, let me know you're alive."  I could see him breathe, but I wanted him to talk.
"Ali," he whispered, "I'm sorry I left."
"It's alright.  We both could have died if you stayed.  Help should be on it's way."
"Don;t worry.  I'll need a big skin graph, and I'm sure infection is setting in now."  He stopped and looked at me.  "I fought my way back to you."  He smiled and took a shaky breath, and then his body seized and ceased to work.  I was tearing apart within.  Elson was dead, and the void within me opened wide.  I had been saved, though.  My love saved me, but the void within me still persisted as It has to this day.  Within that void echo the words Elson last spoke:  I fought my way...back to you.