she lays there:
on her bed, her pillow wet from all the tears, black from the mascara. crying her eyes out over a cold hearted boy that found a place in her heart, but then knew it was gone. she never thought they would be over. he once said to her "darling, you are my one and only love, we will be together forever." she starts realizing forever means never. she will never get over him, never. she wants nobody else but him, just him. he could always light up her world like nobody else. he was her world. she takes out a razor, cuts herself. knowing it was all her fault for not being good enough. it all started off with a "hello, will you be mine?" to a "this isn't working out, never will, never was." nothing could stop the tears from her eyes, they just keep coming out, she probably seems like shes going to cry a river. no one cares, no one has sympathy for her. it's like she was living in her own world. she knew she would never be good enough, for anyone.
he sits there:
on the bleachers, wondering what he lost, not a tear in sight. he knew he hurt her, he knew he would never get her back. but at the same time, he didn't want her. he thought about her non-stop. they way he made her smile and laugh. it's like she was a song that was stuck on repeat. he cared, but he acted like he didn't. he couldn't stand looking at her. no, not because he hated her, because he loved her. he wanted her so bad. but he knew he blew it. he passes by her, looking the other way, not matter how much it pained him. he remembered her saying "i'm so lucky, to have you as mine. you will always be mine, no matter what." he started thinking to himself. he knew he was a jerk to her, he knew he hurt her so bad. he wanted to cry, so bad. but he doesn't like to show his emotions, but when he was with her, he seemed to not care about anyone or anything. he realizes, he doesn't wnat anyone but her. he knew he f*cked it up.