The rain is pouring down over me but I can't even feel it anymore. Seems to just fit so well with the rest of my world at the moment. My shoes are sinking further into the mud, it's covering my freshly painted white toenails and my black dress is stuck, slick against my body, I want to pull at it and try and fix it.
I close my eyes and my breath catches at the realization that none of this can be fixed.
My heart is split in half. One side knowing exactly what the whole of it needs while the other refuses to believe it.
I feel my warm tears mixing with the cold rain running down my face.
I wonder what I look like to him right now.
And I wonder if it even matters.