She was sitting in her car, looking out at the firefly's that were flying by. A tear rolled down her cheek as she remembers her past.When they stayed up late to catch the firefly's. Put them in a jar, and used them as a night light. When she got hurt, he was always the fist one there. Every time he scored a goal in hockey, she'd be the first to cheer for him.
She sits there holding the music box he gave her years ago. It was a Santa Clause music box. He always'd knew how much she loved music. She always loved him, no matter how much he yelled at her. But those were just memories. Now they can barely stand to talk to each other. Every time they talk tears came they're way. Promises that are always broken get told. Every time she thinks of him, the pain tackles her down.
She starts to whine the music box up and play it. That song is the one they danced too so many times when they were kids. He isn't the person she grew up with and loved, it's the exact opposite. She just wants to go back to that time.
She steps out of the car and walks to the end of the car. She falls to her knees. Crying and praying that the fighting will soon die. That the pain will go away. It's not normal for a person to feel all this pain at once. She wishes that that she could go back in time. Maybe if she said she she loved him more, then none of this would have happened. Then she hears the music box play it's last note. Then all was silent.