She walks so beautifully sure as though each step were destiny. The look in her eyes say otherwise. Trying to make you believe ending this is right. Trying to make herself believe ending it is right. Finding reasons in the chaos of why this wasn't meant to be. When there's a thousand voices screaming that it is. Its easier for her to walk away leaving you in pieces. But in the egotism of self pity its easy to miss something. For a breath of an instant there's pain in her eyes, because shes bleeding to.
I'm glad I didn't miss the look