"You don't want it anymore? Fine."
He watched as she reached in and ripped it right out, reclaiming what was once his. Now she wasn't sure whose it was. The shattered pieces and damage rendered it difficult to recognize. Was this really hers? She could no longer visualize what it used to look like. The pain was enveloping her senses. Her nose began to sting and her eyes blurred. "Don't be like this," he began, reaching for the object in her hands. She stepped back. "Come on...We can work through this--" "No. I don't think we can." "You're being stubborn." "I'm hurt." He stayed silent, the guilt in his eyes evident. He didn't know what to say. He didn't mean to hurt her so bad, but he had to follow his heart, too. The love had faded. Clearly, this was not a mutual feeling. Maybe it was now.
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