Flower Walls

I looked in his eyes not knowing whether to be sad or not. Was this us? Was this all we were? Did all of our fighting and love brought us here? Right at this point? His blonde eyelashes were stuck together from the tears he had dropped. I really wanted to feel sorry for him. I really wanted to but somehow I couldn’t. I had built a wall, a high stone wall covered with little purple flowers. He built it, he made it. The green grass covered wall felt cold, cold as a stone. He kept giving me that look, the one I used to fall for, the one I used to care about. He knew this was the end, that even a brick in the wall wouldn’t set me free. He knew that he’d never let my flowers grow ever again. And I was all fine with that.