She sits, alone. Quietness and tranquillity around her contrast the utter chaos and overpowering emotion in her mind. Around her life goes on, blissfully unaware of her suffering while she is aware of everything around her. Love, affection, friendship and unity were everything she had yesterday yet now seem so painfully distant.

She sits, alone. Alone. Such a simple word yet offering a complex web of delicate, overwhelming consequences. Rejection from both sides; rejection from those two people she never thought would do so brings on an anguish so harsh and powerful that she feels so totally alone.

And the one person who could take each droplet of pain away; gone. For hours she has cried, isolated from the world and wanting nothing more than for him to utter four simple words; "Everything will be alright." But no. He hasn't come, leaving her alone and feeling nothing but rejection and loss.

He sits, alone. The serene peace in his mind broken by the quiet sobs echoing through his mind. What kind of man is he, he thinks, to cause so much pain and anguish to such innocence and beauty? She is young; naïve. He is wiser than his long years and yet nothing could have prepared him for this.

He sits, alone. He feels her pain as though one. It seems so wrong that she should feel this way yet he is so scared of letting her go – terrified of losing her. He thinks it's selfish; spiteful of him to sit here thinking yet if he goes to her it will make it all the more heartbreaking. To lose someone you love is the hardest thing in the world, he should know. She's lost two people – he's lost thousands and it's never gotten easier. But losing her…

They sit, alone. United in grief yet apart completely. They sit, waiting…