“What happened to us?” He asked with trepidation.

She spoke no words, but the look of fear and pity on her face said it all. It was over. He began to wonder whether or not she would have said anything at all or just disappeared like the last time.

A look of fear and pity. At least this gave him some kind closure. He didn’t want it to be over, but he didn’t know if he could keep going on. Not like this.

The people who care the most in this world are usually the ones who feel the most pain. Her heart had too many security guards keeping watch against harmful intruders. No locks or combinations. Just moments of heaven before one of them plants a gun in your face.

In the end, he just sat up from her bed, brushed a strand of hair away from her bright, puppy eyes that continued to stare up at him with a mixture of pity and fear.

He looked deep into her and said, “I love you,” then walked out the door.

He wondered if she cried afterwards. He hoped not. He never liked it when she cried.