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Snapped

Something inside of Kyra snapped. A sharp, resounding snap, like a branch from a tree burdened by too much weight.
He'd snapped the last of her resolve. Kyra felt the bitterness and resentment flood through her.
He had broken her heart.
Had ripped a hole through her soul, her mind. Taken everything he deemed worthwhile and left behind a husk.
Shallow, dark, empty. She felt little else.

Kyra's heart ached for the boy, for the one she loved. For the one who said he loved her back.
Why had she been so stupid? So blinded by idiocy and naïve hope?
Because she was little more than a child-according to most people. A sixteen year old cannot possibly know the pain of heartbreak.
But Kyra did.
The pain was intense, burning, biting at her mind; flicking sparks into her eyes until all she could see was the fiery reds and ambers of rage.
She did not let the ash settle or become cold with complacency.

Had he meant a word of what he said? Not just those fated words "I love you," but everything? The promises of friendship, of kindness.
All emptied. All shattered like glass.
The shards stung. They drew blood and tears filled with sorrow.
Kyra had believed those words. The ones that told her she was a good person, a good friend. Those words had made her believe that she was loved, valued. Her words had done the same to him. She had lost track of the countless times she had told him he was kind, caring, loyal and selfless. They were all lies.
Perhaps she had lied to help him?
Perhaps she had lied to help herself?
Kyra didn't know.
She didn't care.

A buzz, low and familiar. Her phone. Slowly, Kyra picked it up, knowing who it would be.
His name.
"What do you want?"
"I'm sorry Kyra, for everything." His voice was thick with emotion and at a slightly higher pitch. Tears.
Kyra scoffed. Tears, she thought. Pathetic.
"No, you aren't." Kyra hissed the words through gritted teeth, knowing that her heart would betray her at any moment if given the chance.

The silence, interrupted by only a faint crackle of static, was deafening to Kyra's ears. In a moment, it was as though her heart had turned to stone. A newer resolve had appeared within her. It settled in her soul, weighty and unfamiliar, but definitive.
"I'm sorry."
Kyra knew this wasn't a romance novel. They weren't going to magically fall into one another's arms, weeping with love and exchanging words of forgiveness.
"No you aren't Joshua."
She set the phone down firmly.

She would no longer bend- no longer break for someone who only wanted her when they needed something.
She would no longer snap under the pressure of expectation.