She's upstairs in her room.
Back's against the door.
She's never letting anyone in ever again.
Her iPod's on full volume, blasting out the rest of the world.
She's screaming her heart out and her eyes are bleeding black.
Her phone's off and out of reach.
Her bestfriend is banging on the door, trying-anything-to get to her.
Thoughts are racing through her mind, Why did he hurt me? How could he have done this to me? I thought he loved me?!
She's never going to be fine again.
He's downstairs in his room.
Sitting on the bed.
His x-box is on, but not in use.
He's yelling at himself for being an idiot.
His phone's in his hand, her contact on the screen.
His bestfriend trying to call him to know what had happened.
As he finally realizes the thing that he has been trying to put together.
Why did he do this to her? He loves her with all of his heart, and yet he let her go. He completely broke her, and she will never forgive him.
He gets up, punches the wall, and screams.
Screams for the pain of what he did to her, and how he'll never be able to forgive himself.