What would she say?

She didn't know where to begin.
Would lifetimes truly separate them until a new life was born?
Would it really not be in this lifetime that she found peace in what true love really was?
Sure she was reckless...
Sure she was a gypsy soul, never to be truly tied down...
But was her life just some sick movie of unrequited love?

Much to her dismay,
A fiction, all too close to reality, danced across the page in front of her.
Could this really be how it ends?

Chills encompassed her skin,
As she thought of all the scenerios that could play out.

She was young, but how short is life?
She was indecisive, but why?
What was she scared of?
What was she holding back from?
She asked these questions... But she truly knew.
Her notion of love was ripped away from her,
Thanks Dad.
She didn't truly believe in real, pure, unjudgemental love.
She just went through the motions,
Of what love is supposed to be.

First you're happy,
Then you grow to resent.
After all,
That's the course of love right?

She would be there,
The night of/the day after a number that slowly gets smaller.
Simply hoping that the bread crumbs led her down the right path.

Their unspoken rule of love.
Their undeniable lack of Justice.
How would she even be able to speak?
No answer was right,
No words could truly apologize for the agony and pain caused in the crossfire.
What would she say?
Would she have to say anything at all?