A/N: I'm suddenly obsessed with drabbles. This one actually has more of a plot than any of my others, in my opinion at least. Well, it hints at the summary of basically an entire story. Anyways, I'm rambling. Once again it's exactly 100 words, so I'm happy.
Those few months had been precious to her, as they had been to him – the other him. He – without his memories – had actually been the one to say the words. She knew he – the other – had doubted if she cared at all. But this one – the old him, the real him – somehow could see everything she had kept hidden. All those feelings she pretended not to have so that when this day came – as she knew it would – she wouldn't be broken.
As his vicious words cut open her heart, she didn't break.
Broken didn't even begin to describe it.