“Why do you still wear that necklace?” I ask her.

“Because” she says, twirling the pendant between her fingers, a stray tear trickling down her face  “when he clasped it around my neck, I saw his blue eyes sparkle with a light that had never been there before. I thought he had fallen in love with me.”

“You are right.” I tell her. “He did fall in love, but not with you. He fell for the girl who was crazy about him.”

She looks at me with those eyes that had once shone so brightly for that guy. Now all I see there is hurt, so much hurt, it knocks my breath out. But I keep going…

“He did fall in love, but not with you. He fell for the girl who made him feel like he were the best thing that ever happened to anyone. You kissed the ground he walked on, you made out everything to be about him, and he fell for the girl who made him feel that

Tears stream down her angelic face like a cascade. She is breaking apart, but I have to keep going…

“He did fall in love, with the girl who didn't demand even a piece of his heart when he had all of hers, pumping in his very palm like it was made for him to play with.

She can't take it anymore. Her body is shaking badly, and she sinks to her knees. She pulls at her hair, wildly, as if that could possibly ease out the pain. I kneel down beside her, and wrap her in my arms. I feel her pain, I feel the cracks of her breaking heart inside my own chest. But I do not stop… because she has to break all the cords that bind her with his remnants. She has to let go.

“When he realised he could have much more than just a girl who made him feel worshipped, he walked away. Just like that. Because he is only ever been in love with himself.”