In reality I have seen it coming four times. It happened once before last time and this time it still hurts like before. I watched his foot prints slow former in the snow.
He walks infront of me like the second time and it hurts him even more. Shadows across his dark eyes and scars scream out through his laugh lines.
I broke him.
He's broken.
We don't know each other anymore.
original Life’s Pencil Inns
