when the bee stings

He knew her family would secretly blame him. As if he had some control over her mood swings. How often he had brought her roses, how he surprised her with cake. He tried to reason away the darkness. He tried all of her favorite things. But she didn't love herself, so how could she love him, and how could he convince her, when she wouldn't be convinced. He told her to get help. But she laughed. Said he would be better off without her, could easily find someone new, that nothing mattered anymore. Silver white winters would melt into spring.