Those last words hit him hard.
Not scratching, but ripping him apart.

She hardly cared about what she said.
Did it even strike her
if his feelings were left able enough to love
or were they left dead?

No texts, no messages went unnoticed for a day or two.
Something started bothering,
dark thoughts started to linger on,
and then pass through.

Tensed and bothered,
she found her steps to his street.
Fears came alive,
and tears turned up with life.
White clothes and a gathering was what met her eyes in a distant haze
The crumbled paper clutched in her hands felt like glaze

Steps retreated and everything went blank.
The realizations of her...