A pool of tears to swim in? No, there’s no such thing. I might be in pain, but I won’t cry over a man who saw me as just another woman to f**k.
“You’re seriously not crying over that stupid man,” I sniffled, staring into the mirror.
A woman stood on the other side—red eyes, red nose, red ears—her whole face blotchy and masked in tears.
“You’re stupid, Cassidy,” I sobbed, eyes locked with my own reflection. “Tamara warned you a million times that this was just a job. And what did you do, huh?”
I grabbed a tissue roll and wiped my tears straight from it, not even bothering to tear a piece off.
“You actually hoped there was a chance. That maybe he could—ugh!” I yanked my hair, and another round of tears spilled out like betrayal in liquid form.
Wasted, I took another swig from the bottl
