After he let go of my hand, I sat and stared dumbfounded. Silently watching him turn and walk away from me, becoming nothing more than a mere silhouette in the sunset's glare. For all I knew, he was a mirage. So many thoughts ran through my head, I had so much to say- but I said nothing instead. Lips parted to speak words that meant nothing. Incoherant ramblings never came, my mouth was parched. I felt dehydrated without his love.

By the time he had completely disappeared, I was numb. Despite the burning rays of the sun, I was cold. I felt empty, hollow. In this confusion, I couldn't make out anything. Nothing came out clear, it was like a serenade of transparent ghosts in a foggy graveyard. I felt dead. If the sun hadn't been blazing into my face, maybe I would've thought I was. The only thing that made sense was the mere fact he was gone. When I needed someone the most, he left. It didn't take long for a surge of pure, passionate hate to disperse throughout my body. Born anew in a fit of rage, I spat. He above all should've understood. Was he afraid? Scared to face a new reality? All he could muster was that things changed. What an impudent prick. A mere adolescent in the form of a man. The devil disguised as my guardian angel. All I could now think was that I had fallen for another trap. Deceit laced the lips I once kissed. Beguiled countenance, hateful embrace.

I was shaking in my understanding. Tears stung the corners of my eyes as my teeth sunk into my lower lip. I could taste the blood on my tongue. My blood. Blinded my my fury, I slowly rose. Fists were balled and I swung at the tree at I was previously sitting against. I fought for my life, hanging onto a thread of my woe like it was all that I had. I didn't stop until my knuckles were bright red and bleeding, the point of no return. My arms wouldn't even move. I was exhausted, physically and mentally. Falling to me knees, I slid down the trunk. The rough bark felt cool against my scalding skin. In the waning day, I fell asleep curled into a fetal position. I think I experienced the most fretful and disturbed state of nightmares ever. I just wanted everything to be nothing more than a dream. When I woke up, he was nothing but a memory. You know what they say, there's a thin line between love and hate.

I think we passed that line.