He had his hands shoved in the pockets of his jeans and just watched her quietly as she unraveled before him. “You hurt me,” she whispered accusingly. He sighed. “I know.” “You don’t trust anyone do you?” He shook his head. “Then why did you say you loved me?” Her voice was small, timid even, as if she were afraid of what his response would be. “Because I did. Because I do.” He said forcibly. His reply elicited a bitter laugh from her. “Right.” she sneered, “That’s why you came into my life and left me behind in pieces.” She felt tears in her eyes and blinked them away angrily. “Why’d you do it, huh? Why’d you treat me like I never mattered?” He dragged his eyes away from the floor to look at her face. “Because it’s easier to destroy something you love than it is to watch it leave.” “I would have never left,” she said softly.