"so is this all i will ever receive from the people i love?", she asks.
"what do you mean?", he questions, confused.
"i mean, is there ever going to be anything more? is this all we will ever amount to? this is exhausting. i mean seriously! you got me back, now for christ's sake, just do something."
"i don't... wha-"
"forget it."
she picks up her coat and starts to walk out.
"wait! what is going on?"
"you know, it's always been you. always. i wake up for you, i eat for you, i sleep for you, and i dream for you. wanna know what you do? you wake up for you, you eat for you, you sleep for you, and you dream for you. for months now, i'm waiting for you to fucking realize i'm more than anything you can ever imagine. but no, no you'll never know this because you don't give a shit. i'm always asking about you, always thinking of you and you just sit there, dumbfounded. do you know my happiest memory? do you know my worst? do you ever ask how i'm doing? do you even know how i'm actually doing? no you don't. all you know is that my favorite color is yellow and i like weird music and i sit cross-legged everywhere."
she sighs, then sniffles, and sits down on the wet pavement. it was dark out, and the orange street lights made her skin glow. he noticed how her lips had an orange shine on them. he wanted to kiss them. what he didn't notice was the sunset colored tear stains on her cheeks, and how, yes her lips were shining, but they were also in a frown. she looked up at him, noticing how he didn't notice her.
"see?" she whimpers. "it's pointless. we have no purpose anymore."
"we can work this out." he said flatly.
he didn't mean to say it the way he did, but sadly, he still did.
"we already tried. you're too late. goodbye" she had said that, more monotoned than him. she meant to do that though.
she left.
