Your heart is breaking.

He can see it. Anybody could, if they only looked. Your heart is written on your face, words that are simple to decipher. But it seems nobody cares enough to understand it. Or maybe, nobody can read you.

He can.

But what can he do? (you know what you want him to do). He ignores it. You know it. You feel your heart constricting, collapsing, cracking. He is smoking. As though he didn't know he, not the cigarettes, was killing you. Typical, you think. Why does he have to be the one?

People tell you that you look older than you are; you do. But you've never understood why they don't see the innocence written in your face, the signs that point to your age? Maybe innocence isn't the right word. Bewilderment. Everything bad you've ever done has given a new shade to your face, and you're filled with wonder for every sin you've ever committed. You can't understand how other people think so little of the things they've done; you'll do things, but know that they are wrong. Nobody bothers to try that hard, to look that deep.

You know that he sees it easily. And that stops him. Always will.

You know how the story will end. You've read every fairy tale there is, but you've also read just as many tragedies. And you know enough to know that life tends to be a blend of the two. Every rose has its thorns. You've found the formula to everything, to the way your life will always be.

And then it's over. Your story ends here. You both turn. Walk away in separate directions.

Your heart is breaking.

The End--

And then you realize that you never said goodbye. That's not right. That's not the way things are supposed to happen. There's always a goodbye when you reach The End.

So you still hope.

Author's notes: I love reviews, I love hearing opinions and I love hearing what I do well, and what I should improve. I love a lot of things ... but I don't love people yelling at me IN CAPS LIKE SO. Just so you know.

I know, I know, this is wierd, but it has some personal value. Enjoy!

Love and angst,
Vivica