Him and Her

She doesn't know it, but she is broken, shattered into pieces like the millions of glass shards lying on her bathroom floor. She doesn't know it, but she is damaged. Defective, like the old record player that sits atop her bookshelf, playing the same sound over and over again when it was turned on. He was gone.

He's gone. He's gone. He. Is. Gone. Her whole world is crumbling around her, but she remains motionless, letting the sharp edges of her mistakes lacerate her skin. Pain is nothing. Blood is pure. (after all, her friends had always told her that red looked good on her.) She deserves pain, anyways.

He is a lost puppy. Chewed off his leash, only to find himself surrounded by harsh lights and the nauseating scent of cheap perfume and grating noises just everything so unfamiliar he wishes he could be back home because "home is where the heart is" and he just...

He can't. It's too late to turn back.

Adding a mess to another mess does not make it clean. Two wrongs do not make a right.

 

She waits every day, unaware that he's not coming back. She grows more lifeless with every passing day. Never bothers to fix the mirror, nor the record player.

Soft footsteps on the roof. She looks downwards, at the deserted street, at the concrete sidewalk three stories beneath her. She frowns. It is a bit too dull for her liking. It needs some color. Slowly inching towards the edge of the building, she glances down one last time, as if hoping for a miracle. Nothing. She jumps.

She lies pitifully on the cold ground, the life slowly slipping away from her frail body. She suffers some horrific injuries from her three-story fall, leaving her broken and battered, crimson forming in a pool next to her. But then she realizes, she had been broken all along. Since the day he left her, she was never whole. It mattered no longer. Whether physically or emotionally, April Sun was broken.

If only she had waited a little longer, she would have seen him walking down the sidewalk, willing to return and help her pick up the pieces.

 

A/N: Thanks for reading.

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