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“Every night before I go to bed, I wonder…where I went wrong. What I did wrong. That you would instantly believe such…” Tears flowed down her cheeks and she paused to wipe them off. “Every day my heart hurts. It’s the same cycle of agony that I can’t seem to get out of.”

My eyes clenched shut as the crack in her voice got worse. The pain of seeing her like this was worse than being away from her.

When I opened it, they felt heavy. My eyes… stinging with regret. I tried not to let words fail me as I gazed into her pool of browns.

“Please…” my voice cracked. “Please, Renee just find it in your heart-”

“You broke it already,” she interrupted. Her voice suddenly grew cold. “My heart, you broke it when you turned your back on me and told me to leave.”

I felt the pieces of my heart crumple as she slammed the door. With more fervour than she did the last time.

ChapterTwenty-Nine

Renee

I’d thought I would feel better. I’d thought the chaos in my heart would be silenced when I told him off. But I was wrong.

It seemed to get even worse.

Again, it was a battle between my head and my heart. A conflict of emotions.

I flinched when I recalled his eyes. The hurt in them, and how watery they’d been.

But I had to remind myself that mylife would be better without him.

With a loud sigh, I pushed the sheets off my body. Today was a work day, and I wasn’t about to spend it feeling sad about something that should be in the past.

Hopefully.

Rising to my feet, I trailed my steps to the bathroom.

After a few minutes, I returned to my dresser. I stood in front of it for a few minutes, deciding on the outfit of the day.

A few more minutes passed, with a nostalgic tune on my lips, when I finally decided on a simple black, fitted dress.

Without wasting any more time, I shrugged it on. And paired it with black flats, now humming a random Christmas tune.

Whatever I was doing, humming and trying to deny the prominent feelings in my heart, wasn’t working. Not the least bit.

But I knew if I did it for a while, it’d work.

It was how the human brain worked, right? Focus on something long enough and it’d become the only thing in your mind.

…Even when the heart is heavily involved.

Releasing another sigh, I turned to the mirror. Just overnight, I’d managed to get worse.

My eyes seemed dull— duller than usual. My lips remained in a flat line. And no matter how hard I tried to cheer myself up, it didn’t work.

But as usual, makeup would do the trick. It’d hide any traces that I’m barely hanging by a thread. And my expression would fix itself at work once I see Cherry.

It should.

Another involuntary sigh escaped my lips. And I narrowed my eyes on my stomach, before bringing my hand to it.

My solace.

Not giving myself the chance to sulk, I tugged my eyes away from the mirror. And hurriedly grabbed a purse from the dresser.

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