She destroyed in the most wrecking way possible. I would not dare call it beautiful. Beauty lies in her but not in the way she destroyed. Because the word ‘destruction’ doesn’t explain everything. There were tears. Hole in her heart. She couldn’t breathe even when her mouth tried to fill air in her lungs. Her lungs failed to cooperate with her, especially when she saw you. Her heart was tearing apart, shrieking, yelling yet she couldn’t manage to say it out loud. That’s what love can do, and so much more. Because she wasn’t left unloved, she was betrayed. Love destroys people beautifully. But betrayal tears them in the most wrecking way possible and there is not much left to collect after you are wrecked.