She inhaled her cigarette as he stared at her features intently. He looked at the girl, he had loved three years ago, who was now a woman. Her forehead had faint permanent lines of wrinkles from frowning too much. Probably in disapproval. She held her head high and the aroma of arrogance swept around her. The stubborn-ness was visible in her chin and the streak of rebellion was obvious from the way she stood, leaning against the red-bricked building.
"I still love you..."
Her eyes pierced through his soul and he was actually taken back by the cold, ruthless stare.
"I've heard that before. But that was the 19 year old girl who believed you and this is the bitch who hates you!"
She smirked at him, letting him know where he stood in her life now and how she looked down on him for showing his weakness to her. She knew that smile would mock him for the rest of his life. She stubbed her cigarette bud & turned around and walked away, with those red Prada heels ticking in the pavement, speaking of the 'goodbye' that never occurred.
In Escapism.
nvm.. like farooqk said both are screwed.