"I don't love you anymore." He stared at me, tears forming in his eyes. As if this statement could possibly hurt him as much as it did me.
I stared back, feeling my heart shatter into a thousand pieces right in front of us. A black void filling its spot as my emotions crashed into my ribs like a violent storm on a sea. They roared, trapped within my cage of bone. My body trembled as I closed my eyes. The threads holding me together, stitched by his smiles and soft hands, shared memories and dreams, and quiet I love yous at 2 am unraveling at his feet. Oh the power people have, when you place your life in their hands.
"I'm sorry." he whispered, as he turned away. A breeze came and blew me away. Just a fabric of the person he'd helped me create stamped on a never slowing time where people can mourn people who are still alive.
A/N: Sorry for grammar mistakes.
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Empty Hearts and Cold Hands
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