The shards of glass made a loud tinkling noise as it hit the wall and landed on the floor. The plates were thrown and the wine glasses were next.

Justin had bought me these wine glasses when he had asked me to marry him. He had said it would be the first thing we would share together, besides the head of lettuce that was left untouched in the refridgerator. With a crude laugh ringing in my ears, I threw it across the room with such angst that I was sure the neighbors four miles away could hear the glass crumble against the hard, painted walls. I screamed in frustration and yanked off the silver band on my finger that held a tiny diamond. A diamond which had room left for hope and happiness, but instead with the rememberance of a fragrance unknown and a shrunken chasm of love.

I clutched it in my hand and after awhile of final silent contemplation, I threw it in the garbage disposal. I listened for the loud crunching noises of the ring going down the pipe and that noise only fueled my ammunition to destroy everything his finger, his lips, his face, his body had ever touched that was in close proximity.

I hated him.

He made me cry when I had no tears left.

He made me angry when I was beyond giddy.

He had so much power over me and he didn't even know it.

And for that, I hated him with everything that was inside of me.

He had destroyed me. His simple words had sent my heart falling. And now, it could not wither any longer because it simply was not there anymore.