"You wanna know what's my problem, huh? Well, let me clarify. It's you!! No one should be able to tarnish your perfection but WHY CAN'T YOU SEE WHAT YOU'RE MISSING??!!" he yelled, anger clearly prominent on his features.
"W-what??" she whispered.
He knew he was hurting her and it hurt him more but it had to be done. Gently, he placed a hand on her chest where her heart was and said, "A heart. You lack a heart. Its funny how you don't see it. He's gone but he's not the only thing gone, isn't it? When he got painfully torn away from your life and to heaven, he took your heart along with him, didn't he? Ah, that lucky bastard!! Don't deny it. Your heart belongs to him. Y-you still... love him."
She's haunted. Haunted from the memories of someone she so desperately loves. Haunted from the dreams that were never hers to begin with. Haunted from distinguishing reality to fantasy.
Then he shows up. Him. The one that links everything up, forever...