There is no escaping this. He places his hands flat against the wall, as she does the same. The tears flow like ink against her white cheeks. Cold burns through her with a slow thrum and she feels the hum of time breeze against her ankles. More time, she pleads. That's all she ever wants. He promised her forever. She looks on, steps back, tries to bore holes with her gaze, but it does not happen. And she does not see his smiling, does not hear his shining, does not, does not, does not. And then one day she stops thinking, stops breathing, just stops. Worried comments from a worried mother will never change anything.
You must first destroy to rebuild.