BrokenMich
He walked along the shore looking out to the ocean longing for her...wishing she would come home...knowing that was the last time he would see her again. But he smiled because he knew her at least for a brief moment and somehow that was enough.
Like knives the feelings going through her heart stung and cut her...she was broken and didn't know how to fix it but they just kept stabbing at her. She felt like she would never come out of it...She needed her own knife.