Gone.
The idea made her eyes water, her palms sweat, her head throb.
Their time together had been so amazing. He was brilliant. He knew just what to say.
She longed for his sultry voice. She missed it all. The listening and laughing, marveling at his perfection. Talking. Joking. The way his azure fingers laced through her emerald ones; the way he would do anything to coax a smile out of her.
His flirtatious laugh still rang in her ears. Did another girl wake each morning to that laugh; that stunning face now?
Innocent. Oblivious. Ignorant. Naïve.
He didn't send her his witty, affectionate notes anymore. How could he?
He was gone.
She couldn't look back. There was nothing to look back at. It was stupid. It was never real. It was childish. Just a careless fling.
He was gone.
What had he wanted with someone like her in the first place? Someone so unusually and in exceedingly peculiar. When he had told her she was "altogether quite impossible to describe" he had obviously meant something quite different than what she had been so willing to believe back then.
By now she had most definitely been replaced. By someone bouncy, beautiful, lovely... and blonde. Someone who would dance through life with him. Mindless and careless.
Oh, he told her she was perfect. And he was so painfully perfect.
Perfect together.
Born to be forever.
He had said himself he wouldn't; couldn't replace her. He was firm. His friends rolled their eyes. They told each other he'd get over it eventually. But he wouldn't. She wouldn't. And she couldn't.
He had boasted he could never ever find anyone else like her. They fit. He was her match. She was his match.
They were.
They had been.
They would be; he promised.
He knew he was leaving. How badly would he miss her? If only she had known how badly she would miss him.
She was his. He was hers. They knew.
That was life... they were young.
But he's gone.
He's gone.
No; she hadn't seen the signs. What signs?
He was smart. Genius in that breezy, radiant way. He had everything figured out. She believed him when he said it with that voice; that tempting, intoxicating voice. He loved her, and she lovedhim. They didn't need to say. Everyone knew.
He understood.
She understood.
She thought.
He thought.
But he's gone.
She wishes; she pleads.
Her Yero, her hero.
He's gone.