'Oh please don't run again.' She thought; the cotton of his tee shirt growing damp with the sweat from her palms. 'Don't leave me here alone again.'
"I must go." He whispered. Leaving her on the cold, tile floor. He left her with nothing but swollen eyes and an empty heart. Every ounce of love and hope she possessed was for him and no one else. Not the remaining family she had after the dreadful fire that killed her deranged father, pregnant mother, and two younger sisters. Her heart was cased in plaster; breaking every fragile bone that protruded from her translucent skin.
After he left she shrouded every mirror and reflective surface with faded grey sheets. Each one thoroughly washed and stripped of every essence of the love they used to make beneath them.
She never again wanted to see the phosphorescent blue of her eyes, or her chapped heart shaped lips coated with obscene shades of violets and magentas. She never wanted to watch her long delicate fingers trace the contours of her frail body; grazing the lines of her ribs and her sunken in stomach that used to be full.
Her eyelids use to be heavy with long, dark lashes that brushed her cheeks each time she blinked. Now all she noticed was the pale bruises beneath them. Her cheeks became hollow and lost their rose red hue after she stopped smiling. Her teeth ached all the time now for she refused to give them anything to chew on.
She couldn't eat anything anymore, much less eat alone. Then again, she couldn't leave her small, drab apartment to find a new companion. Her soul was scarred and tired of being held captive in this run-down host of a girl. She once had everything she had ever wished for, but now she had nothing.
Each day it stormed; sending pelting drops of heaven knocking on her windows. Calling for her to come. She buried herself beneath the piles and piles of blankets he left. His smell was absent from them now but she still tried to search for it.
Thunder rattled the windows, now, luring her from her bed but only to close the curtains and slump to the floor. Lightning only frightened her now.
His shoes sat beside her beneath the window, consoling her as she stroked the fine leather and polyester laces. She knew how much he had loved these shoes and still wondered why he left them behind. Maybe he was scared to return for them in case he saw her and fell in love all over again. She knew it was just her fantasy; how could someone love a girl that looks as though she was caught in the tempest off the coast.
"Why don't you love me anymore?" She asked the inanimate pair. "Could you at least tell me why?"
The shoes said nothing; just sat there letting her caress them like they meant something.
'That last something could have meant anything.' She thought. 'Or maybe not'.