He sees the way she looks at him. Utter loathing is clearly etched into her pretty face and it tears him apart, from the inside out, beginning with his soul.
He sees how she revels in the saddened expression on his face as she turns away from him, a livid expression on her face. Perhaps that is only a mask to hide her fear. Fear that she will not be loved just as she loves, no matter how many times he tells her she will.
He feels her shallowness, how she doesn't realize the man that he can really be.
He knows how she thinks that he is only an ignorant, excessively arrogant man. She won't believe that he can be great in his actions, as he has been in his thoughts.
He touches her, but she only jerks away, thinking that if he gets what he wants, after a few months, she will be tossed aside like an unwanted toy…but perhaps she is not what he wants. Perhaps she is what he needs.
One by one, she shreds every hope and every dream inside of him for a future with the only one he has ever truly loved.
She will not believe and trust that he will be with her and never leave her side. She wants to see something to prove he will do this…but he cannot give her anything more than love.
He watches as she walks away for the final time…he feels as though everything he had had left him. His heart is breaking, but it is not his heart that will be caused unendurable pain. It will be his soul, the only part of him that will always live on, no matter what happens to his body.
This is how a heart breaks.