'Love. A funny word.
All those who use it don't know what it means. After all, why would they use it for – I don't know – pizza? I sure as hell hope that they don't mean that they would rather kill themselves than let pizza come to harm. Otherwise, a lot more people would be dead. Honestly, I don't believe in love. I believe in anger. Arrogance. Broken hearts. And pain.'
Enya looked at the chicken scratch she'd created in her journal. She sighed and closed it. It was a very colourful book, one she was proud of. She had made the cover herself.
Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She twisted around instantly and was about to punch the person in front of her, but she realized it was just Ian.
"Ian," she exclaimed, "what did you do that for?"
"I wanted to see if I could still shock my girlfriend," he said, a smirk spreading across his face.
Enya rolled her eyes. Guys were idiots. That was her Golden Rule. She watched Ian's eyes look at her journal which lay neatly on her lap. Before she could protest, Ian had swooped in and grabbed the book.
"Lookie here," he exclaimed. "My princess was writing in her precious diary."
"Ian, give it back," Enya demanded. She was nervous. She had all of her private thoughts in there. She also didn't want him to find her last entry.
Ian skimmed through the pages and found the final entry. A few moments of silence. Then more quiet. He was reading and re-reading Enya's thoughts on the 'l' word.
"Ian?" Enya asked, tentatively. She knew that she was stepping on thin ice.
Quiet reined the room.
Enya waited for Ian to say something. Just then, she realized how barren the library was. How the few tables dominated the centre stage, and not so many books could be found at all.
Ian laid the journal back onto her lap. There was a crack from the ice underneath, a large one.
"So this is what you truly feel?" he asked, hurt. A louder crack from the ice under Enya's feet.
When Enya didn't reply, Ian asked again. "Enya, look at me. Tell me that this is solely fiction. That you only wrote this because of our fights. Tell me it's not what you truly think."
He was searching in her eyes, probing for some emotion that he thought Enya had. But the miniscule emotion she did have, was buried deep inside her. It didn't seem fair to lead on Ian any longer. Especially now.
Enya looked away and remained silent. This was it. The end. And Ian knew it, too.
Long minutes passed before she realized that Ian had left her side. They were over, the ice was no more and she was sinking in the dark abyss.
The room was not the only thing empty, now.