3 Years Ago

"Do we even have a relationship anymore? We crashed and burned!" It was painful to say but she knew it was true.

"Well why can't we fix it? I want to fix it." He asked her.

"I don't think we can." She said in a whisper. Tears stained her face. He hated seeing her like this. The runny lines of mascara were practically perminate. She walked over to him and sobbed into his shirt.

"When did we fall apart?" She asked him. She felt them both sink into the sofa. He lied back and she lied on top of him. "When did we allow fate to destroy us? We were meant for each other."

"I don't know." He cooed into her ear. "I don't know."

"It hurts. What will they say?"

"I know. Shh, it doesn't matter what they say."

"I want things to be the same." They both silently agreed that nothing would ever be the same. He held her close and they fell asleep together on the couch.