"It all went wrong," he says, gold eyes blazing through the cold haze settling around the small, red-haired girl standing in front of him.

"I know," she replies, green eyes shrouded with sadness.

I would've drawn the stars out for you, she thinks. I would've torn daisy petals until my hands were bleeding. Just as long as you loved me.

"I'm sorry." His voice is honest, his eyes painfully intense. How did the words slide so easily from his tongue, yet hit the girl like bullets?

She stands there, unable to speak, unable to move. Everything is freezing around her, because she doesn't even know who she is any more. It's all falling away, slipping through her scarred fingertips. The boy stands there, tearing apart the fabric of her life; picking at the thread that binds her together; snipping the legs off of her paper doll, killing her softly with his words.

I would've torn the moon from the sky for you, she thinks. I would've painted the grass blue. Just as long as you loved me.

He brings out the spark in her, the light in her smile, the softness in her tears. He makes her beautiful, a jumble of stolen words and fast heartbeats. He's all she's ever known, and after so much pain, she thought she had him. She thought he was the dependable one, always at her side, showing her the sun on cloudy days.

I would've smashed diamonds for you, she thinks. I would've burned to a crisp inside. Just as long as you loved me.

The wind tugs at his blonde hair as he walks away, stepping on the millions of shards of the girl's heart.

I love you.

He's gone.