literary adventure, climax?

when a story spends 1,375 pages building up the strongest relationship in the history of all relationships, the last thing you expect is for an abrupt destruction of the very bond that the entire story focuses on, as well as the death to every warm fuzzy, tickle fight, and silent understanding.

this fission or destruction leads to tears, empty sobs, and mild agony experienced by the reader. no bueno. imma have to tough this one out for another 1,000 pages or so. fuckaduck. i am incapable of stopping now. i apologize ahead of time for future bad moods.