for him.

broken

     "You left me!" And just like that, the room was silent.

     There were no more insults being hurled across the room. No more yelling that could be heard from all the way down the street.

     Instead, all that could be heard if you listened carefully enough was the staggered breathing coming from the both of them.

     They were exhausted. They were angry. They were lost.

     You may have heard the saying "Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me." Delilah had heard this saying, and up until now she'd believed it.

     With tears streaming down her face, it was then that she realized it was a mistake to come back. It was a mistake to think he was the same person he was three years ago. It was a mistake to think he would understand.

     Maybe it was the perfume she'd started wearing again just days before, solely because of a stupid inside joke shared between the two. Maybe it was the fake flower that reminded her so much of a fond memory that she'd put into a vase months prior.

     She'd never know exactly what it was, but maybe she was better off not knowing.

     After tonight she was tired of the fighting- whether it be the war going on between herself in her own head or the arguing between her and the boy she loved.

     No matter how many times her mind screamed no, she couldn't help but feel the way she did. She still looked up at him with the same amount of love in her eyes- maybe even more if it was possible.

     Though it pained her to know that after all these years and everything they'd been through she still loved him just the same, nothing hurt more to know that by running farther and farther away from her fear, she'd let fear catch up with her when it was too late.

     She never thought she'd be the type to let some boy effect her this much, but here she was. Standing across from that boy in a room that once was home to so many memories.

She was hurt. And she wouldn't let it show, but she was broken.