How could he lie to me? Who was he really?
When she arrived at her apartment, she barely took the time to close the door before rushing to her room. She collapsed onto her bed, and the moment she hit the mattress, tears spilled from her eyes, the dam finally breaking.
She felt so used, so deceived. Every moment they shared flooded her mind, turning sweet memories into bitter reminders of his betrayal.
Did he ever really care about me? Was I just a game to him?
The tears flowed harder as she buried her face in her pillow, each sob a release of the pain clawing at her heart. The weight of the world pressed down on her, and she felt utterly lost, alone, and heartbroken.
Clutching her phone, she stared at it through blurry eyes, wishing there were a way to turn back time, to erase the hu
