The train gently rocks back and forth as it floats through the city, light coming in to shine on your face. You're pretending to laugh, pretending to smile, but I know you don't mean it. I know you're angry. Sad. Depressed.

You're still beautiful, though. Did you know that you're the most beautiful person I've ever met, even though you're the ugliest? You know, I used to not laugh at you with the others. I stood by you and smiled. Stood up for you and smiled. I listened to you. Always.

So why can't you listen to me? Why can't you listen to my silence and figure out that I still love you? Stop being so angry at me, because it's your fault. His fault, his fault, his fault— that echoes through my head every second of the day. And it will never stop. Just like the consistent rocking of the train.

The train purrs as it comes to a stop, and someone starts laughing at me. "You're so adorable! You have eyes like a dog!" she says. I sigh. It's been said all the time.

"Not dog eyes," he says, smiling. "Cat eyes." It's an inside joke we used to have. He knows I love it when he says that.

The smile on his face is sad. So is mine.