"That's it? I'm just another girl who meant nothing to you?"
His eyes snapped to hers. He wanted to tell her that he knew her favorite book and her coffee order and the way she twirled her hair when she was deep in thought. He wanted to tell her that he prided himself in the fact that he memorized the way her eyes reflect the light and her freckles on her skin and how they were like miniature stars forming their little constellation. He wanted to tell her she was the only girl that made him feel like this. He wanted to tell her she was his entire world. But instead he said
"Yes" he could see her eyes tear up and it was making his heart hurt "you meant nothing to me and you never did"
Usually a voice that calmed her nerves and soothed her sorrows rattled her core and ripped through her soul.
"Why are you doing this to me?" She swallows as if the words were like sandpaper gritting her tongue. Here was a girl, a girl he knew better than he knew himself, asking why he was breaking her heart. And he had no reason. None for her anyway
