What went wrong?

He checked his mail. For the 100th time in the past 10 minutes. 'No new messages' it read.
He tried distracting himself. Tried working. But he couldn't concentrate. He wanted just one thing right now. A reply. He had poured his heart out on the email. Written all that he felt bad about. All that went wrong from her side. He had done all that he could for her. But he failed to understand this behavior. There he was stripped of everything in front of her. There was not one thing about him that she didn't know. And how much did he know about her? Barely, he thought. This girl. His love. His goddess and kid both at the same time. Why would she not open up to him? What does she have to hide? What lies beyond the walls she builds around herself? He failed to understand. He felt like he loved a stranger. He could not live with this feeling anymore;and with all that was happening. The mail he sent 'Just a reflection of his state of mind' right now. The most bitter thing he had ever written. Killed him while he was writing it. It was not what he wanted to write. But nothing else came out. He knew it would kill her too. He sent it to her nevertheless. 'Only a reflection of my state of mind', he thought.
He checked the mail one more time. 'No new messages' it read.
He gave up, gave up on her and broke down.
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Somewhere far away a girl with swollen red eyes sat in front of a computer, reading the mail for the 100th time in the past 10 minutes. She had thought he would understand her and all the problems that they had. She had been a closed person all her life. And yet, she had opened herself up. She was changing herself the best that she could. For him. Just for him. She had loved him with all her heart and soul. The very heart and soul that was cut into pieces by his words. Words sharper than a knife. If only the knife had a brain of its own. It would understand what it is cutting. But it didnt. It was a slave to its holder. It will cut everything the holder wants it to cut. If only the holder was more careful. Her heart and soul would have been in one piece. It would have healed all the other scars with time. But who can heal a broken heart, a broken soul? Who can take back words as powerful as an arrow? An arrow, once it leaves the bow cannot be stopped. It has to hit the target. That becomes its destiny. If only the beautiful archer was more careful.
Somewhere a girl with swollen red eyes gave up on herself and broke down.