She stood sobbing against the tree.
The leaves were a dull green, lacking the luster and life that the surrounding trees had. The air was still, and full of an impossible heat. The air stifled all sounds and movement. The cicadas stirred the leaves, buzzing almost contentedly in the arid air.
Her sobs became dry after several hours in the sun. She was dehydrated and sunburned; even worse, she was heart broken.
Her short hair stuck to her neck from sweat and brushed against her cheeks as she cried into her knees.
The thing she had feared for months had finally happened, he broke up with her. I should have broken up with him earlier! She thought angrily, her wide green eyes narrowed with fury.
He had loved once, but like many arrogant men, he grew bored once the chase had them settled in an apartment with matching furniture, and a content and happy, monotonous relationship.
Once there had been flowers, candy, and soft words of affection. He would nuzzle into her shoulder and exclaim his love with his soft, smooth voice. His black hair would gently sweep her cheek and she would marvel at its natural softness.
He had often just held her. Nothing more, just hold her close until both of their worries would ease away into each other's warmth.
Then he became apathetic, never saying anything, occasionally glaring sullenly in her general direction when he thought she wasn't looking.
Then he wouldn't kiss her anymore.
No touches or warm gestures.
He hated me. She thought sadly to herself, but he still didn't want to hurt me. WHY, WHY!! Couldn't he have let me go once he was bored, it would've been easier, less painful…..
She stood up shakily, the hours of being motionless except for the physical stress of crying. Her pink hair swept back off of her shoulders, and she slumped pathetically before straightening out and marching unsteadily off to gather her thing and move on….
As she moved into her new apartment, she gazed sadly at a photograph she was storing in a small black photo album.
Sasuke…my first love…