the end

its the end?

It's over!"
He couldn't be serious
-No! She opened her mouth, wanted to say something, something. But there was no sound. Tears rose up in her. In his gaze, she sought the truth, but he was empty. Incredibly empty and cold. She didn't know him like that, she had never seen him like that! Otherwise, his eyes were so full of warmth and love. She didn't find anything more of the boy she loved so much. He seemed to be waiting for some reaction. And she came: "Tell me that you don't love me!" His corners of his mouth ticked slightly "I don't love you." Without any emotion, the words came out of his wonderful mouth. They drilled through their chest and carried their target. She sought his hand, wanted to feel it to satisfy the pain, and heal the wound in her heart. So fresh and so deep! But could he just stand there and watch her break inside? The need to touch him grew into infinity and it took her air to breathe. This huge distance between them no longer made it possible for her to stand so close to him without bursting into tears. She wouldn't hold him
- she would let him go.
But for that she would hate herself forever. Too much has already slipped through her fingers and at that moment she knew exactly: if she lost him, then she would also lose herself! A life without him would simply no longer be her life. Does she even want to live on like this? Her legs became buttery soft and seemed to no longer be able to carry their weight. Was it all just a dream? Did he play with her, just used her?? Her body sank weakly to the ground. Didn't I see that he was constantly killed.