She crys.

You broke it with her on the phone. You asked her if she was okay. She knew you couldnt stand to see her sad. So she lied. "Ya, Im fine. Goodbye." She hung up. You saw her later out. You waved. She smiled. You ran home and were relieved seeing that she was okay. You are a dense fool. Cant you see that behind her smile is broken. It is showing all her tears. You crushed her soul. Walked over it like it was broken glass. You dont see her at home. She crys. All night. She crys. Herself, to sleep. It is her lullaby. She curls alone in a corner. Crying as hard as she can. Do you understand what you have done to her? You try to talk to her. Her brother takes you out of her room. "Dont you see what youve done to her? Did you see her curled in a ball. Did you see her swollen red eyes?" "Let me talk to he........" "NO! Its my sister and I will talk to her. Now you, GET OUT. and I dont mean out of this house. I mean out of this world. He shot you. Maybe next time someone will keep there mouth shut..........