Note: "The Worst" by Jhené Aiko gave me inspiration on this one. The title is a lyric from the song.
Once upon a time, Sydni was in love with someone who was so special to her. He was by no means perfect, but if she didn't find the phrase so cliché, she could have sworn he was perfect for her. He was close to her, though not as close as her friends were, for which she was grateful for in retrospect. (Valuing her girlfriends' friendship and faithfulness more highly than his made her feel like she had done something right when with him.) He understood her and her feelings. She had painted his image in such vivid hues, shades, and tints in her mind, matching how she felt with him–expressive and colorful.
But there was no happily ever after like she foolishly believed there would be. (That's one cliché she believed in.) He was by no means perfect, nor made to last. He became more selfish, eventually putting his every urge before her feelings, never thinking once that what he did would hurt her. Would wound her. Would almost break her, make her shatter. He understood nothing about her anymore. His image was no longer vivid. No.
His image was dull and blurred in black and white, matching how she viewed him now–a distant and painful memory of what was.
A/N: I wanted to give an interesting look at Sydni in a drabble for once, since I am doing a lot of 7teen-related drabbles and one-shots. The words just flowed for this one. (If you're interested in knowing some of the story between her and her ex-boyfriend, you might want to look out for "Just Another Saturday Night.")