You don't have it that bad, he remarked.
My breath became caught in my throat and I stared at his face. A face I thought was breathtaking had left me breathless.
Not to make your problems sound small or anything, he added.
I looked down, then back up. I looked straight into his eyes, and I smiled.
Yeah, I don't have it bad, came a whisper.
As my world lay dead at my feet.
