She sat outside beneath the stars, their brightness reflecting off of her glistening eyes.
The door opened behind her and she instinctively wiped her eyes.
Then came his voice. It moved through the night like a fog, made its way into her ears, through her brain, and dug its way into her heart just to remind her how much it hurts.
"Hey, are you okay?"
She turned her face toward him and smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes,  "Yeah, I'm fine. I just needed some air."
"Have you been crying?"
She laughed. She was very convincing. "No, of course not!"
"I can tell when you've been crying, you know that..." he said softly, his wide, blue eyes bore into her. "What's wrong?"
She broke.
"What's wrong is we aren't together! What's wrong is I don't know how to do this anymore! I don't know how to talk to you and not tell you that I love you. I don't know how not to look at your face and feel like I'm home. I don't know how to not have feelings for you. And I don't want to.  I keep seeing you with someone else and I'm angry because she doesn't massage your back, she doesn't run her fingers through your hair or touch your face just because she loves it and it's her favorite face I'm the world. She doesn't ride with you to your interviews to make you feel more relaxed. She doesn't send you random messages telling you how much you mean to her and how thankful she is that you're hers. She doesn't tease you just to see your silly faces... I'm angry because you deserve better than someone who doesn't do all that."
He stood there completely still as he listened to her.
"Most of all, I don't know how to stop seeing you in everything. You haunt me everyday you aren't around. I don't know how to do this."
Tears had crept their way down her cheeks sometime during her speech. She made a move for him because what she wanted more than anything in that moment was for him to wrap his arms around her.
He took a step back, turned around, and walked away.