Broken Pieces
She cried herself to sleep for a week after he'd left. Everything she'd believed in, hoped for was gone, torn out from under her feet. The perfect boyfriend, sunlight faring, strong and sweet. Gone. The confidant and companion. Gone.
Her life was a mess of broken and shattered pieces with no way of putting it back together. She wanted to believe it was her fault, she'd pushed him to it. But some part of her knew it was him losing faith in her. He was the one that had left, not her. Time to pick up the pieces.