he stood in front of her, his back against his car, one hand in a pocket, the other in his hair he bites his lip nervously, she looks frightened "Hey, I'm sorry but I guess I just don't feel the same anymore." he mumbles, apologetically she folds her arms in front of her, and just whispers 'no' over and over again he turns away from her, doesn't make eye contact, doesn't brush the stray lock of hair behind her ear his car door clicks shut behind him, and nothing stirs but leaves as he drives away she stares after it, shocked, frozen in place, before sinking to the curb underneath the white-blue streetlamp the hourly train hustles by on its tracks and the murmur of voices is distant she wraps her cardigan tighter around her middle and only stands after she's sure her stomach is back in her body and her lungs remember how to breathe slowly, she walks back inside and the outside continues as it usually does, and she is falling apart inside
she still remembers the way his voice sounded and how his eyes looked under florescent light blue grey and sad