"I'm not broken."

His expression was passive and empty, like he didn't really care what she had to say. Or she interpreted it that way. It was pissing her off. There was nothing wrong with her; she didn't feel like she needed to be fixed.

"I never said you were."

His response made her want to scream and shove him up against the wall. Maybe that would get her point across. She wasn't fragile. She wasn't a ticking time-bomb. And it wasn't fair for them to treat her that way. Accidents happen. It wasn't anyone's fault. But she was suffering the consequences alone. They had no idea how much worse they made it for her.

She had been thinking for a long time about her decision. But it was time now to make a real choice. She never said she knew what she was doing, but maybe it was time. Maybe the things that had happened... had happened for a reason. Maybe it was just time to let go. Move on. Forget.

She turned her back on him and kept walking, even as he shouted after her, asking her where she was going. She said nothing as she walked, refusing to turn. Because those storm gray eyes would always pull her back in, even if she still couldn't figure out why or understand how.

Her mind was chaotic but hollow. She had feelings and some memories but nothing felt the same anymore. Many things had been lost, and she was afraid she would lose herself as well. She was terrified that no one would be able to pull her from the wreckage.