Her smile devastates him relentlessly.
The days always come to a close by some means, and whether the day came about insanely blissful or if he regrets waking up and pulling on his clothes in the morning can be deemed irrelevant because she ends up standing by him in all of her radiance, smiling at him, breaking his heart as her grin reaches her eyes and he can feel her, though it has always been distantly.
But he knows no one can actually die of heartbreak.
"Are you saying you're unhappy?" he wants to ask her when her face splits with laughter. When a glow tints her cheeks but she glances away. When her fingers clench together like a nervous twitch, her thumb pressing against her index finger. When he comes home too late and she's pretending to be asleep.
In between blinks he thinks about it and decides maybe he is saying he is unhappy too.