Shattering;

"Oh stop making that damn face at me," he said with such contempt.

"Wha—" I started to say.

"Every time I'm here you act like it's hurting you to be near me. I'm not doing anything to you. My saying 'hello' is not something that should matter."

I didn't say anything back, I just rolled my eyes.

Well it's like how the sea takes bits of the shore with it each time the waves roll away. Just like that, every time you pass by you grab a little piece of the heart you shattered.