She sat there, in the dimly lit room; the only light was swimming from the small candle that was lit. Her hands held out in front of her, and her head down, she tried to catch her crumbling heart, but it simply fell between her fingers.

Her eyes widened in absolute horror, and tears fell slowly. Her mouth fell open, as if words were trying to escape her, but nothing came out. She was wrapped up in a silence, that held a horrid death grip on her.

She slowly stood, and moved to her mirror. Staring at her dim reflection, she couldn't help but laugh, in horrific hysterics. Was she really crying over this? How many times would she have to say it, to make it all go away?

"I love you," the words fell from her lips, "I love you," she watched her mouth turn upside down into that sad frown, "I-I..." she curled her hand into a tight fist, and slammed it into the mirror, shattering the glass, "I hate you."