The Message

I stared into her brown eyes. They were gentle and becoming softer as they filled with tears. "How could you?" She said as she choked on the words as they flew from her mouth. I tried to grab her and pull her close but she pushed me away.

"You said that I was your everything. You said that I was your Alaska and you were Miles. You said that I was your Hazel to your Augustus. Your Tris to your Tobias. You said I was your world. You said that you needed me to breathe. But you go for her?" Her tears welled up and finally fell. She rubbed her cheeks dry, leaving them red. Her lips, though still kissable, were puffy and red.

She turned away, crossing her arms, and there she went. Right out of my life.

And now here I am, dwelling on the past and writing this stupid story about how our love story came to a sudden hault.