Stupidly, I fell in love with him when he was out to break me.
And four years later, I made that mistake again.
However this time I won't make the mistake of opening my heart to him, only to have him stomp it to pieces.
Eric's funeral service is in an hour, so I start getting ready. I changed from yesterday's dress, which I had fallen asleep in after Xavier left my house, into a black turtleneck, black pants and black ankle boots.
I look at myself in the mirror, the aftermath of crying all night had left my eyes tired and bloodshot. My hair is frizzy and ruffled and my skin is dull.
I apply a little bit of water and curl cream in attempt to tame my wild curls. I wanted to look put together for the funeral.
I put on a pair of larger black sunglasses to cover my dead eyes. It felt a bi
