“Do you remember the time before you ran away like a coward?” “Do you remember the time where you let pain controlled you?” “Do you remember a time where you felt as though your world has collapsed?”

She remembers too clearly of those days, of why she felt that way. But like a coward she turns around and ran, she never stopped running and as years went by she became so emotionally detach that she became numb. She stops feeling the  emotional, physical, and mental pain. She doesn't see what the average human would , in her line a vision all she sees is pure darkness surrounding a mirror. When she look in the mirror she sees a girl and the girl was staring back at her. The girl has cracks running all over her body, her eyes seem lifeless, and her skin too pale. The girl in the mirror didn't seem real, it looks dead, fake, and like a broken doll. She hated the girl in the mirror because that girl is her. Sometimes when she look in the mirror she would see the girl bleeding and crying. “Why is the girl bleeding and crying?” she would ask. She knew why it was a rhetorical question.

Time went by, the season change and people change. She knew she had changed but the one thing that never changes was how clear she could remember that day, the day where her life had ended. Where her world had collapsed, and she had been plunged into a world of darkness and pain. She remembers how she had loved him, she remembers how he had left. Pain. That was the feeling that took over her entire being. She would scream and cry and beg but her voice was unheard. He made so many promises yet they were all empty. She thought he loves her and would fight for her but apparently his love wasn't strong enough. He promises her that they will be together forever, that they will live a long and happy life. So many promises but they were all lies, maybe it wasn't for him. Maybe he did want to spend eternity with her, maybe he did want to fulfill his promises. But she would never know and she could never ask him because he is gone. Gone from her life.

Ten years has passed before she returned to the beginning, to where everything had begun, but also to the day where it had ended. She carried a book and many letters that she had written to the guy. She had a purple dress on, it was his favorite color. Tears fell from her eyes, she saw couples that walked passed her and she would envy them. Even hate them because she could never have what they have. It was all gone now. Finally, she had stopped walking, she stops in front of a tombstone. It read “Beloved son, friend, and fiance” As she stood in front of his tombstone, she let out a sob before speaking to her dead lover's tombstone, “I hate you, but yet I love you.”