He could tell by the way he just watched her, his hands not moving to wipe her tears. He didn't feel the instinctive action in him to do so and he hated the very feel of tears, so he turned away then, looking to the ground thoughtfully.
"Justin, what is it?" Savannah edged closer, her voice concerned and he felt disdain in himself, knowing his next words would hurt her, but he wanted to be fair to her. He knew that it was better to hurt with the truth than to deceive with a lie. It would do her best in the long run. With this, he turned to her, his words as honest as any he had ever spoken.
"I think we need to break up."
Silence.
It was a pure and deadly silence that followed his words as she just stared at him. He watched her carefully for any movements; any type of notion that would
