Forevermore

Fingers pressed to a pale temple as breaths came out slowly, calmness washing over a young girl like a salty wave, lapping at wet sand. She found her mind to be of pure clarity, intentions as clear as the blue sky with clouds rolling upon it akin to a ghastly ocean, vast and impressive. The letter shook in her hand, however, tear drops dripping past her chin as she tried to concentrate on the words in front of her, scribbled hastily on the once-blank page.

It wouldn't work out.

Don't you know I'm in love with someone else?

I presumed you would've known that by now. Well, I'm telling you now.

It's been nice meeting you, Hinata. But I fear you're not the woman for me.

I wish you the best in life.

Her heart thumped painfully in her chest. Don't say it like that.

Don't tell me you're thankful for knowing me. Don't...tell me...that you

wish me the best in life...I don't want your pity! Fingers gripping the paper hard, focusing her attention as her anger grew and boiled over like a cauldron full of nasty repent,

she began to tear up the letter, little pieces falling here and there, everywhere,

past her toes onto the crimson carpet, like little shreds of her heart that had been ripped to shreds.

"What are you doing?"

His voice bleeded through her reality void of nothing but him as she spun around in shock.

Disappointment flooded his features as the last bits escaped through her fingers,

and her arms fell slack by her side, and she opened her mouth to speak a word,

but all she could do was smile.

"Goodbye."

She walked past him harshly, kept smiling even as he gripped her arms and shook her by her shoulders then, demanding as to what she would do without him.

Tears welled in her eyes, but they were bitter tears – resentment had faded long ago.

In its place was a reminder of everything she couldn't be as she saw the woman behind him,

saw her ring, and looked at him dead in the eye, furious.

She had never hit anyone before.

But she heard the slap of the impact upon his cheek, the slam of the door, and the sound of her rushed foosteps as she ran out the door, crying silently.

Forevermore alone, without him, she was.

But she would make due. She had before.