"Who really ducking cares? Truly deeply no matter, who cares about you? You wouldn't believe me if I told you and if you do then you are as messed up as I am." ,I say to the person before me. "Who?" They look at me with eyes cold as a Winter's night. "Not a single soul. That's humans just being humans though.", I say in return in a cold, grim voice. "What about love?",They say with eyes of fear. "I stare and study him for a moment before finally answering "take my hand and I will show you."
Reluctantly he takes my hand as a fold back into his mind I show him the past of my so called love. I drift away to suffer the heart break I once did.
