sometimes she looks at him, all hopeful smiles and pretty blue eyes and she thinks that it's going to hurt a lot more than she thought it would, when she's finally forced to let him go.
she is a doorway girl.
she is the start and the end, the key to every lock, and she cannot keep something this good when she stains everything and breaks everyone.
but she takes her heart with trembling hands and lays it at his feet anyway. he might pick it up, battered and bruised as it is, and cradle it against his own chest. or he steps on it, watching it break into a thousand pieces.
whichever choice he makes, she will not begrudge him.
(it's important to let people make their own choices. it's his call as much as it is her own. she will not turn into her own biggest nightmare, she staunchly refuses.)
even if those choices will cause his blue eyes to darken ad infinitum.
she cannot keep him and she cannot be kept.
she is a doorway girl. she is the start and the end and one day soon, he's going to find out that she's a black hole: in her, there is no room for light.