Gloria: A 21st Century Breakdown

Gloria
I remember it clearly. Everything around me was happening so quickly. My boyfriend, Christian, wasn't helping the situation. What had started out as a simple, non-violent rally for national healthcare had turned into a riot.
While I prefer to stay calm during our rallies, Christian chooses to be more violent to get what he wants. Christian and I both have the same political views. He just...has a very, very different way of showing it.
I began walking to my car, feeling that my work was done. I didn't want to be a part of this immature riot that wasn't going to get anyone anywhere. Christian, in his black jeans and tank top, ran over to me, his combat boots slamming against the pavement.
"Where are you going?" he asked. "It's just getting started."
"I'm getting the hell away from this," I sighed. "Christian, you know how I feel about this..."
"Baby, don't be like that," Christian said, putting his hands on my waist. "It's not too bad."
Not to bad. Nothing was ever too bad in Christian's mind. I wasn't about to let him convince me to stay again. I wasn't going back to jail. It just wasn't going to happen.
"Christian, I'm done," I said quietly.
"Done?" he asked. "What do you mean, done?"
"I'm done with this political bull shit," I said. "I'm not gonna spend what little time we have left at rallies and riots. This is killing me, Christian."
Christian looked at me with hurt in his light blue eyes. I knew I had hit a nerve. Christian didn't have much time left. He was slowly but surely dying from a brain tumor. It was too dangerous to remove it. Christian and I had decided as a couple that it would be best if we waited for the tumor to kill him. Surgery would give him a ten percent chance of coming out of that operating room alive. Christian had cried and said he didn't want to die in an operating room or away from me.
"Well, Gloria," Christian said, looking down. "I'm here to impact the world while I still can. If you don't support me, then maybe you need to get the fuck away from me."
I stared at him, trying to figure out if he was serious or not. I realized he was. I turned around, getting in my car and speeding off, leaving Christian in the dust of my past and throwing away what little time was in our future.