Quick pause, nothing is said; akward silence fills the air. The horrible sound of not knowing what will be said next rings in their ears. Why or how it came to this; niether knows. Neither of them wanted this, and niether one can stand it. Its a subject that thrusts into their lifes, like a sudden bolt of lightning jumping from the sky. "Is this the end?" Niether one knows, but they both wish the same. The wish that life could be normal again. They both miss it; the being together. It worked so well that he cant help but hate himself for breaking it off for all the dumbest reasons. Why didnt they work it out before hand? Before all of it went to hell? He could never be mad at her after he spoke to her, and he will never be able to forget about her. If this is the end, then it is his armogedan. Its to soon for this, because it should of never happened, he isnt ready to lose her.