Broken
She felt broken. Like half her heart had gone. Half her soul had been ripped away. She knew she should be happy but it was impossible. She couldn't smile or laugh or enjoy herself without feeling pain.
She knew it was her own fault. Half her heart told her to be happy; she was with someone she loved, someone who loved her. But His half screamed and thrashed and told her she had made a mistake that she was betraying her first love, her only love.
She wondered if He felt the same. If every time he had a memory of them together it ripped out his heart and left his chest open, bleeding pain and anguish.
She desperately hoped it didn't, he shouldn't feel pain because of her mistakes. He should go on and live his eternity in happiness, find someone worthy of him.
The more she thought about it the worse she felt. Though half of her was scared, terrified, that when her werewolf imprinted, that she would be left alone.
Just like when He left. Yes, she was…
Broken.