It wasn't until I looked into your eyes that day that I comepletely lost hope in everything I knew. The way that your hazel eyes glowed green underneath the bright tears that I could tell stung you with all their might, the way that your lips quivered, and your eyebrows drew in to crunch the skin between them. In that moment, I felt your heartbreak too.
And when I looked away, the sun never shined as brightly, the flowers never bloomed as beautifully, and laughter was no longer as enjoyable. Because I realized something after that: if the world was more than willing to crush you the way that it did, it wouldn't blink an eye at demolishing anyone.
And I stopped working as hard, stopped caring. Because something in me broke seeing you that way, not just my heart, my very being, my hope. I guess I stopped believing in everyone and everything because it really was true wasn't it? Bad things always happen to good people. And you were the best person I ever knew, torn apart. You didn't deserve it.