Two Broken Hearts

(Ryan's P.O.V.)

"I broke her." left my lips. His mouth gapes open. He says with a smirk, "Me...disgusting? No, that must be you. Breaking a girl who truly loved you? You are the disgusting one."

I say "No, you are disgusting because you see her vulnerability as a perk on your part." I walk out the room and pull out my phone. I look to see the time. 6:35. I'm past the point of mad.

Using her vulnerability as walking all over her and letting her think it's love. I could love her better than that. I do love her more than that. He's a douche. Why would he use her.

I may have left her broken, yeah, but using her, that is out of my power to do. I walk into the I caught her in, trying to gather my thoughts. My eyes wander to a few stains of her blood on the wall. She, Lillian Scott, is broken. Beyond fixing.

Maybe I can't fix her, but I will do my best when I get the chance. Maybe I won't get that chance, don't mean I won't work for it. I smell her perfume, her flowery-apricot, her scent, her natural scent. Tears threaten to escape my eyes. I'm aching for her.

When I caught her in here, bloody knuckles, blood-red eyes, tears falling from her eyes. All I wanted to do was clean up her knuckles and hold her til she'd stop her crying, I'd rock her til she stopped letting her tears fall. She wouldn't even let me near her. Should I expect less? I did break her.

I never would've dreamt this bad though. I can't see her anymore. I looked at her eyes and I seen nothing. She is full of nothing. I look at her body and I don't see her body, I see walls, brick walls. I look at her heart, I don' see a heart that only beat for me, but one closed in a safe, far from me.

She's guarding herself, from everyone...from me...