The freckles scattered across her face like maps leading me to a million different conclusions. She loves me she loves me not became a guessing game that I played daily, and it wasn't with flowers it was with the affection she gave me.

One day, I touched her cold skin and she winced in pain, I looked into her eyes and she said. "It's barely holding together." But I told her her bones felt like metal covered in soft satin and she smiled. "Liked I said," she whispered. "Barley holding together."

She was the type of girl that looked into the trees and looked at the forest, the wild things in the ground and the butterflies wings for she was just as soft and delicate. She was a rare case of the hiccups, she stopped your heart but always made sure it keeps beating after words. And I loved it. I loved how she had so much power over me, she made my knees shake like a train rushing down the tracks and when she kissed me she froze every part of my body. When I told her that her love for me was a guessing game she stopped and told me "Forever". She gave me words when I had none, the smoke that illuminated off her skin gave me a high that I ended up getting addicted to.

I loved her so much and she just went and killed herself. She killed herself and took a part of me with her because the day she said "forever" was a lie. She hated lies and she ******* stopped my heart like the rare case of hiccups she was and forgot to check if it was still beating. She left me alive but emotionless. Empty. She ended me.

The maps on her cheeks where a dead end.