But the girl sits and realizes that life goes on. That some doors close so that others can open. That sometimes good things, great things even, fall out of place so that better things can take their place. The girl realizes that love is difficult, and that love doesn't always work...so she decides that she never wants to fall in love with anything except life ever again.

She sits and contemplates life, and how it has to go on. She sheds her morals, decides to create new ones. She feels as if it wont work. She feels as if she wont be able to enter back into the world, because he was her world. And she loved him enough to lose herself and she hated herself enough to love him. So, it hurts to sit next to him and realize that the promises he made her are moot.

She wants to be a writer. A singer. A dancer. A dreamer. But she doesn't know how she'll be able to sing if she can't speak, how she'll be able to dance if she can't find the strength to walk. She doesn't know how to write, and her dreams have turned into nightmares from which she awakens eagerly. And she knows...she can't find love if she doesn't give it another chance.

But at the age of 18, she decides that love isn't worth it. Devotion is. Friendship is. But not love, because love has simply hurt her too much.

Tears form in her eyes as she realizes how little she fits into life without him. Fears fill up her face, widens her eyes with dark circles and frames her cheeks with thin rivers of salt water.

He brought her great happiness. And unhappiness. She lost herself in him, before she had ever found herself. And so she means it, that she'll never make the mistake of loving the way she did again.

She smiles. She can't cry, because the world is watching. Because he is watching.