poetry for the poetic: 5

CVIII

"how is she? i mean, is she happy now?" he asks her. 
"no, she's not happy. is that what you want to hear?" she replies annoyed. 
"of course not-" he tries to say but she cuts him off. 
"after you, she was heartbroken. she called me that day, drunk, and you know what she told me? she said that she can't take it anymore, the heartbreak, the pain. i thought she would do something irrational, but she told me not to worry. the next day, it seemed as though nothing had happened. she grew thicker skin. see after everything you put her through, she grew stronger. but what i didn't comprehend at the time was the fact that she not only closed herself off to getting hurt, but she also closed herself off to getting happy, to being happy. that smile that you fell in love with, it's gone now. i didn't notice it at first because i was so proud of her for being so strong, but this isn't strength anymore. she has closed herself off to any form of happiness after you. i hope you're happy that you practically killed my best friend," she finishes.