Soft whispers tugging at the corner of eager eyes.
Gnarled fingers running through tousled hair.
Rough hands wiping away tears, staining her face.
“I love you”
The only thing she needed to hear in the midst of silence.
The three words to stop her,
dead in her tracks.
Words that don’t quite match up to actions,
Actions that don’t quite match up to the words.
A cacophony of lies litter the floor like broken glass
Stabbing the remnants of a love gone wrong.