“Thank you,
but you know that I like someone else, right?”
“I know,”
she replied with a smile not reaching her eyes.
She holds
onto her composure as they bid farewell.
Away from prying
eyes, she locks herself in the shower, letting the cold spray hit her. Everything
falls apart as her emotional dam breaks, making her sob, tremble, and gasp –
for air, for understanding. She slides down to the cold wet floor, dry-heaving,
pressing her palm to her closed eyes until she sees colors burst, as if not
seeing the world will make her invisible.
“No more
what-ifs, then.”
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