She's standing in front of me, blank face, her eyes wide.
She takes her hands and stabs me in the chest, prying my body open.
She rips out my heart.
Guts.
Thoughts.
Feelings.
Everything I wanted to say spews out of me.
I fall to the ground.
It's too late now to say the words that are oozing out of my mangled frame.
I should've said them when I had the chance.
She stands over my dying body, expressionless.
She walks away slowly, head held high, and doesn't look back.

The only thing I can do is watch her leave me.

I cannot speak, the words are entangled in the blood on the floor.

I cannot blink, I was forced to watch everything I've ever loved hurt me as they leave.

Tears are my only comfort at this point, the one thing I know I can count on.