She sits still as the cacophony stifles her, as the agony presses on the edges of her reality. As it threatens to close she breaks, falling apart like a shattered wine glass on a hard wood floor. He bleeds as the shards he once held so tightly fly forwards, peirce him, and then finally fly away.
They reform far away, a brittle skeleton of the full bodied laugh they once were.
Her shatters land so far away the screams of her lover cannot be heard. Whether or not he cries she will never know. So far the sound of her laughter carries and is not silenced by the brooding darkness of his being. So far she shines brightly as alas- she is the only star in miles.
She burns the covers they place over her flame and out of the ashes dance the ghosts she refuses to let haunt her.
So fear her. For this time when she breaks it will be a violent explosion that takes with it even the cowering observer.
And she and her smile will be no more.