She opened her mouth to talk, but the words choked up behind her throat, causing her lips to simply drop with water, her eyes half closed to shield it from water. She didn't know what she wanted to feel at that point. Did she hate him for walking out on her? Or did she feel guilty for ruining everything they had? Even though way younger, they still had something worth engraving in plaques of history, to be read and be seen as perfect romance. But she, her lies had ruined it all. But she had done all she had to get him. Is that not the whole idea of love?...