She’s curled on the floor, hunched back to the crème and pink wall they painted so long ago and tears spilling onto the wooden floor they both dusted in between spicy kisses. Scattered on the floor are fragile petals, soft lilac and crimson red. They are torn at the roots and discarded like the love she has lost. Her sobs are that of a distraught mother, a forlorn son or perhaps, that of a broken lover.

She wails her misery to the blue moon above, but whilst it may listen to her sorrow, it does nothing to soothe it. The moon brings a close to a day, a cloak to the pain; but it will never erase it. It simply drapes a misty shield over the thorn-stabbing truth until the sun rises and reality returns.

Therefore, the moon is cruel.

And she knows it full well. She knows that if under the influence of the dampening moon this pain hurts like brambles and stakes driven into her feet and needles impaling her skin, then when the sun comes up, it will pretty much kill her.

And so she can do nothing but cry.

Cry.

Wail.

Sob.

Despair.

Do all you want, but nothing will return. For the past is the past. It remains untouchable and un-breachable. It remains a thing that humans will always reach out for but never quite touch. So tantalizingly close that it is as equally cruel as the moon above.

“Nothing will return will it?” she whispers in a ragged voice, tears saturating her ability to speak. In her hand is a half plucked flower, its stem is small and green and its petals are half fallen. It is a love already half lost.“Nothing…”

The moon just shines bright.

The girl returns her head to her drawn up knees, letting them rest and the tears continue pouring. There may be no rain outside, but in this house it is a torrential flood.

“Why…?” she whispers as she allows herself to break into a thousand pieces like a glass vase on the floor, each glittering segment a beautiful part of one whole that no matter how hard a person tries to glue back together it will never look the same on the inside or the out.

The flower in her hand falls to the floor, crushed. 

“Why did you have to forget me?”

The girl curls up even tighter and cries until she can cry no more.

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