Too Gone

Oh god oh god oh god why did I do that!? What was I thinking? She couldn't help but laugh drily at that. She wasn't thinking. That was the whole point. She hadn't been thinking for some time now.

Pictures lay torn in half and scattered on the floor. The dozens of letters they had written each other. The "forevers" and "eternals" truly destroyed once and for all. But it's not what she wanted.

She sank to the floor amid the ruins, letting her tears drop onto the shreds. What's a bit of water damage now?

Watching him pack up his bags silently with his fists clenched and his jaw tight and his eyes averting hers at every second... it was too much.

She was full-on drunk off the despair of hearing his truck drive off and went into a rage.

Everything he had touched. All the smiles he had brought her had now truly vanished, along with what little remained of her heart.

She was sobering up too late and everything was too little and too destroyed and too gone. Including him.