CRUSHED

"You don't talk about him anymore, do you?", her brother looks at her with pity. "The reason people don't talk about anything anymore is because it either meant nothing to them...", she faces her brother, "or it means everything to them."

"Right...".

"I used to love him but not anymore," she admits, "and look where it got us...to our end".

She sighs deeply.

"Because the thing is, I'm not sure that he feels the same way. I can't tell where I stand with him. Sometimes he acts like we're just friends, while others he seems like he wants to be more. Until..", her eyes turned icey blue, "until we finally broke ties", she inhaled a shuddering breath. 

"Does he still cross your mind?"

"Honestly, he's left me daydreaming a lot. But it isn't about him...", her brother watched her eyes glittering with emotion.

"I've been wondering about why the sky is blue. I'm curious how someone came up with the idea of exams. I'd honestly murder that individual," she chuckles, "I want to know everything about anything and anything about everything".

"But most of all...", her sentence broke into a sob, "I wonder what it would feel like for someone to love me back."