She.

A strong sharp blade stabbed in her heart, ripping in half, ripping apart every emotion inside her lifeless body. It took only a few words, but his words cut her deep, deeper than the sun on an early dawn morning, stealing emotions, making her weak. A double edged knife cutting her veins, arteries, a place in her heart forever reserved for the one she loved but didn't love her. For the one that she loved but didn't deserve. He twisted the strong sharp blade, it tore her apart, tore her worse then a hard rainy day, hitting the pavement at every millisecond. He stole what was left of her kind smile, beautiful eyes, cheerfully heart, he stole her, he mangled her until he was pleased, he tortured, cut, scraped her heart, till there was absolutely nothing left of her that made her, well her, she was now a whole new person, fit and made to be how HE wanted. How would i know? I'm the she.