Gently taking off the flower crown that rested on my head, I hold my chest, now I have to carry a burden of regret. I bury my head in my hands, thinking about the break up that happened not too long ago. Saying goodbye was the hardest part, not the actual break up, but knowing that it would never be the same again. Replaying the hardest part in my head, the phrase I regret the most, the phrase that was the most painful to say, "Goodbye my loved one... This is the end. Now we look go on without looking back..". Never would I have thought that it would end like this, it wasn't supposed to end. As I stare down at the black pavement, tears fall from my eyes. I just needed an answer, something to take away this pain. Suddenly, I look down at my finger, which a red string swung from it. The more closely I looked at it, the more I wondered. Then I suddenly realized, this red string, the string that connected our hearts, was torn and broken. This fate that connected us, had become undone and disappeared into everyday life. I guess it is the end, until I find the answer that will heal my regretful heart.