(Prompt used is actually the first sentence. This is from another prompt app. I just wanted all my things in the same place.)

Love, it seems, can be as brutal as death. The cruel sentence scratched it’s way through any lingering thoughts she had of her. How could she have been so stupid? So thoughtless? She had known from the start what they had agreed upon. Still, she’d gotten attached. Carla had made it too easy for her. To dip her toes in the pool of her shining personality and in the blink of an eye end up soaked to the bone in her beautiful hazel eyes and the way that she laughs when she’s nervous. The way the sun beams over her cheek bones as her smile pronounces them. The way her hands would… Ugh.. Lyse couldn’t wipe it clean. The memories demanded to stay. They stood too firmly, rooted into her like the way she’d want to be with Carla. Permanent. She sighs heavy, her eyes welling up with salt as she directs her visage toward her apartment’s front door. The same door that had let Carla leave the night before. She took all of her things and every single happy or hopeful piece of Lyse with her as she went.