The cracked grey shore ran unrivaled into the horizon, murky waves of teal washing our footprints away. Peter sat on a driftwood log, his shoulders hunched from defeat. "Now you know," he started, ringing the stress from his hands. I sat there, eyes rimmed wide with disbelief. The world as I knew it didn't exist anymore, we were only playthings in this great universe. Where we simply expendable? Did our lives, our loves, not equal enough to be considered worthy? I turned away from him, running a hand through my hair and watching the waves crash on the shore. It's one thing, to be betrayed by someone you love. It's another to be betrayed by yourself.