Elle

As she strolled down the streets, she reminisced about the days when she used to be reckless.

Hearing the musings, she turned back as if nothing had happened.

It had always been her who withered, seeing his reflections.

His sterling counterfeit deceived her thoughts, which made her fall into the hardest of times.

She couldn't make it right, so she sank into the tranquilly that she always felt.

Days stretched into months, trying not to jog up those recollections ever again.

All she needed was a shoulder to lean on because of the incessant nagging.

She prattled on to her musings—"a love you have to force is a love that will never be right."