Fuck, he deserved kindness, he deserved love and he deserved better than her.

He knew too well the sting of loneliness and how over time it stole you away, piece by piece, until a mere shell remained.

What bothered me the most was the hesitation in his voice when he said that— like he was running out of time.

Ice upon ice, and yet, inside, she melted and mourned all the same.

Harsh, bitter laughs exploded from her like shrapnel, and she didn’t care who was cut in the process.