It all comes down to this. He was a liar. That's all she could say about it. He was a liar, and she couldn't believe that he had ever loved her. After all, if he had loved her, she wouldn't be in this situation right now, would she? Alexz stumbled a little, a combination of her heels catching a crack in the pavement and the alcohol interfering with her brain, which in turn interfered with her balance. Which wasn't her fault. It was his. Stupid Daniel, and his stupid ideas, and his stupid dreams, and her stupid rose coloured glasses. She wished she could've taken them off gradually instead of having them smashed. But all of that paled, utterly and entirely paled in comparison to one thing. She couldn't get the image of his dead body out of her eyes. He had promised he would never leave, but in the end he had just lied.