It was a cold night in November.
"Let's talk this over" she said.
He turned to face her but in his blind rage he saw nothing but a blur. He didn't care, for all he could remember she meant nothing to him.. All the memories a simple nothing.
She was crying,shaking. She felt lost, all her life hanging by a thread; all her smiles all her joyful memories, everything she though she knew, now a pile of broken pieces scattering in the ice cold wind.
"Were you pretending?". No answer.
"So much for thinking I knew you... Shit... did I ever know you at all?" her words were cold, it was his fault she was broken.No. it might have been hers, for letting herself fall... "The higher you fly, the rougher the fall" she laughed; it was all she could do.
He stared. "What we had is dead."
She froze.. "Was it ever even alive?" again all she got was an empty stare. His eyes, the eyes she loved so much now were pools of dark hatred.
"We were meant to be.." she whispered to herself. She wanted to believe it; she wanted to believe that all she felt was a lie.
"And so it's done." she looked up.
He turned his back, motionless... "None of this was ever real, I can't believe you were naive enough to think it ever was". He began walking.
She couldn't see him anymore, it was dark but even if there were lights she wouldn't dare look... In the end she never knew him at all and she never would.....
"All is lost" she mumbled 'All of my close memories "
And with that she let her hands go.. Falling... never to feel again...