He laughs a sad, sad laugh. "Why would you think that I love you?" he asks me. I open the locket and pull up the ribbon, showing him the engraved words.

"You love me," I say.

"How do you know?" Devin asks.

"Because of the way you look at me, the way you kiss me. The way you touch me. How I always wake up in your arms. And because of what the locket says, " I say. I show him the words. The words that have been haunting me.

Devin frowns at the locket. "I didn't write that," he says.

"Well, then why is it in this?" I ask him.

"They screwed up my order, Riley. I wanted it to say 'you're a great friend' not what it actually says," Devin tells me.

"What-what a-are you saying?" I stutter.

"God, do I have to spell it out for you? I. Don't. Love. You. Okay? I don't know why you think I love you," he says. I can't really seem to process what he's saying. He doesn't love me?

"But why?" I ask him.

"Why what?" he says.

"Why give me a gold locket? Why kiss me? Why do any of it?" I ask. He laughs a laugh without any humor.

"How naive are you?" he asks me. I'm shaking my head, trying somehow see that he's lying. "I wanted to get laid," Devin says, "I thought you'd put out."

"No," I gasp. "No, you-you love me."

"I don't actually," he says. I stumble a step and suddenly tears are welling in my eyes, but I'm not going to cry.

"You're lying." My voice is thick with tears.

"I don't know how you honestly could have thought that I love you-or even like you for that matter. You're really more of a friend. Not someone I'd ever be romantically involved with." I blink. It feels like someone's slapped me across my face.

Suddenly something inside of me snaps. "You know what? Fuck you. Fuck you, Devin. Fuck you," I say. The locket feels too heavy around my neck. "Fuck you and fuck your love and fuck this stupid fucking necklace."

I don't even think as I rip the necklace off my neck and I don't even register the pain as I throw the necklace out the window. Something passes over his face. A look of pained sadness. "Have a nice life without me," I say. I start walking away but then I turn back. "But, I just hope you know that you could've been so fucking happy with me. So happy. So fuck you. Fuck you Devin, have a nice life without me."

I start walking away. I hope that he'll stop me and I want nothing more than for him to stop me and kiss me and say I love you. One stupid little tear slips down my face and it's all I can do to not start sobbing. I'm not going to cry in front him. I can't cry in front of him.

"Riley," Devin says. I spin around. "You forgot your phone and keys," he says as he hands them to me and I snatch them from his hands. And then I'm running away from him. Away from my mistake away, from it all. And then I'm driving away, getting a far away as possible.

And then I can't take it and I'm pulling over, off the road and I'm rubbing out of my car and screaming.

Tears are streaming down my face and I'm screaming. Screaming because it hurts. Because he doesn't love me.

And my heart is being torn apart in my chest. And I feel it breaking. I feel it shattering in my chest. I feel everywhere he touched me, I feel every word he pressed against my skin. I feel everything. All the hurt all the love being sucked out of my very being.

And I'm in so much agony. I'm clutching my chest gasping for air. He doesn't love me. "No! No! No!" I'm screaming in a raspy, tear choked voice. My fists are hitting the ground and I'm knelt over. This isn't real.

Devin's words ring in my mind. God, do I have to spell it out for you? I. Don't. Love. You.

I honestly don't know how you could think that I love-or even like you.

I just wanted to get laid. I thought you'd put out.

How naive are you?

You're really more of a friend. Not someone I'd ever be romantically involved with.

I'm sobbing and clutching myself. I laid myself bare. I told him everything. Every single damn word. I told him all of it. And he laughed at me.

He just wanted sex. A hot peice of ass.

He didn't want me.

My mouth opens and this awful wailing sound comes out.

How did it all go so wrong? I thought he loved me. I honestly thought he loved me. I deluded myself into thinking that he loved me based off of a necklace and scattered kisses.

And I don't know why I thought that. Devin's a player. A man whore. Why would he even love me?

My heart just fails. It stops beating and it's not surprising because Devin just took a knife and plunged it through. Without thinking a second thought. No hesitation.

My stomach turns and then vomit is coming out of mouth. The contents of my stomach on the ground.

I wipe a tear away. I look at my hand and it's black, from my mascara and eyeliner. I crawl away from the vomit and hug my knees to my chest. I let myself cry and cry and cry.

It's never going to be the same. It's never going to be the way it was.

And so I cry.

I cry until I have no tears left. No tears left for him.