He was happier without her. His eyes twinkled on their own, trillions of galaxies circling a black hole. He didn't need her. And that's what killed her. He was all she wanted to be, a hurricane, a storm. Beautifully chaotic. But, she wasn't.
She was just a rainy day in a jungle of concrete...
Wet tar roads and heavy loads...
She wasn't solid, or a puddle on the floor.
She was in between...
...between breaking and staying whole.
