Have you ever noticed the fullness of the sky? What if the sky had been invaded. At night it is attacked by the incoming batch of stars ready to overttake it. This happens every night while the sky stays silent. No word comes out, noiseless. Every night at 11, I lay down my ivory stained beach towel and hug my legs and count. I never make it to infinity. Sleep succombs me each time and I awake to an empty sky and a shining sun.

Long, gruelling minutes pass us by as we stare into each other's eyes. No words are exchanged, only pitiful looks. This is not where either of us want to be. We must be here. We must accept this fate. He blinks twice and I blink once quickly to pull back the waterworks. Memories shared, knew me better than I knew myself. Pounds of love gone, miles of smiles untraceable.

He knew the ropes, he knew my steps, my laugh, my weakness, my sister. Little did he know about the fights, the hospital visits and the dinners when he signed up.

He is no longer mine. He is hers. He does not look back. He only looks through me as he would a wall with her on the other side, waiting for him to leave me.

Sometimes I think I have lived too long. How long do I deserve to live. My world has changed and the melody is no longer the same. I have known you for only a week. There has not been a second where I feel liberated. I am being choked. My wrists, my neck and my words. I cannot speak the same, I cannot laugh the same, I cannot smile the same. My mother does not know, my father does not care to know. Only he knows. He sees it as as love although he has never seen love. I have seen love. This is not love. This is my hell and he is my executioner. I am already gone.