Sometimes it feels like she's fighting a losing battle; his heart belongs to a dead woman, and it always will.
(When Angela died, he turned his memory palace into her memorial. No living woman can compete with a flawless ghost.)
His body may be making love to her and yet, the tears on his face tell an entirely different story.
(Tears that taste like dust and ashes in her mouth.)
Their love was never meant to be, no matter how hard she tries; one day he'll finally realize the truth.
(Leaving her to pick up the shards of her heart.)