lost somewhere

Looking through the glass windows that were his eyes, I could see everything, that had been lost somewhere, once before. He was grasping her in his arms, but he was staring up off at the sky.

I hated him, for doing that to her. I couldn't stand being around him. Every touch of his fingertips were like acid melting away through my skin, until I was bare and gaping holes were left in my body. Embarrased. I was embarrased.

He was never the one who watched her cry, because if he did, he would know that those crystal tears were the closest thing she'd ever get to when she wanted to die. Those cold words that he muttered knocked the wind out of her, she was crippled, and barely stable.

Did he ever say those things to me? no

"where were you all this time"

"lost somewhere"