"Why does it matter whether I gave it to you or not?" I looked at him in disbelief, anger taking over me. "THAT'S EASY FOR YOU TO SAY!" He looked at me with those brown eyes that I used to find so much comfort in, now hold every emotion except love. "SO, I'M RIGHT! YOU DO BLAME ME FOR IT!", he said stepping away from me. I looked at him, comprehending the weight of my words, "No.. t-that's n- " Then he made a hurried towards the door, but not before looking at me one last time. A look that I will never forget - disappointment and hurt.

In the heat of the moment he said, "Would it make any difference if I gave you it to you?" She scoffed in disbelief, with tears trailing down her cheeks. "Of course it would" She whispered, "I wouldn't have lost her if you did."