I watch him walk away with my chest aching. He never turns, never looks back. And I stand here, watching him leave, wishing I could make him turn round and face me, understand what it is I feel for him. Why can't I speak? I should call his name, tell him exactly how much I need him, how much I want him, how much I care. Instead, I just stand here, one stupid tear falling down my frozen face - as frozen as my whole body - my heart shattered to pieces, my life torn upside down, broken, worthless.