not after a million
heartbeats, a thousand billion
tears, an infinity of breaths and
blinks,

could she have been able to see
what was right before her eyes, the

reality that you impress upon her
day after dragging, stinging
blistering day:

she
is
alone.


a/n: Fin.

This is not the original version of the end.
I changed it from sappy and love-y
to the truth.

The original was in first-person
and went on about how much I love her
and miss her and how I think about her
a lot (not that she knows—or
cares), but you know what?
I don't think I can do it anymore.