“Is it that painful for your eyes to see? Is it such a pain that simply glancing at me causes you anguish?” When I saw his sorrowful eyes, I felt something else in my chest. This was the expression I was expecting to receive before we called it quits.
“Are you hurting?” he followed up with a series of queries.
I wiped away the tears that streamed down my face and eyes. There was no stopping it, as though they had a water supply the way they dripped. I am adamant about my decision. I’ll never forget what occurred to the two of us. The past is gone, and it will be remembered as junk wrapped in plastic that I have long abandoned.
I haven’t responded to him yet, and I haven’t stopped walking out. When I arrived at the bathroom’s entrance, I noticed the “caution” sign. That’s why no one c
