Ella was on the verge of applying a light makeup when the pain gripped her so hard that the brush fell from her hands to drop on the ground with a thud. Gasping, she gripped the edges of the table, and bent over to allow herself to breathe.
That angst was nothing like what she’d been experiencing earlier while speculating about an imminent rejecting. This was the real thing – her heart was breaking into millions of pieces, and she could feel the pain surging through her. Gripping her heart tightly, she waited for the agony to abate but in vain.
Looking away from the mirror in a semi-hypnotized state, she rushed towards the garden with a morose feeling overwhelming her. Unable to resist, she cried out in sheer wretchedness when she caught sight of a familiar figure lying on the ground.
