Ximena
Getting home, I went straight into mom’s arms, breaking down immediately. “My heart is still in pain— I can’t seem to let go of him.” I cried softly and she patted my back.
“With time, you will heal— Just focus on other things but him.” She advised and I nodded, sniffing and trying to stop the tears but they just kept gushing out.
“It’s okay to still be in love, the bond is something we can’t describe. Don’t be too hard on yourself.” She whispered and I just kept crying, wishing my heart was immune.
“I’ll be in my room.” I replied after a prolonged silence and rushed off before she could stare at me with pity. I wanted someone to comfort me, not pity me.
Getting to my room, I fell to my knees weakly, my back pressed against the door as I sobbed uncontrollably, his words echoing
