JEENA’S P.O.V
I got home, grabbed a glass,topped it with wine and gulped the entire thing down. I went upstairs and began to pack some of my clothes, my tears still flowing uncontrollably at the thought of Dane’s condition…at the thought of his coming death.
I looked at the mirror. I saw a tear -stained face staring back, dark brown eyes now red and watery, holding so much pain in them, a pain which is worse than death, because her heart belonged to a man who was worse than the devil. Once again I looked into the mirror and found a broken girl reflecting me.
“Jeena Matteo, not again, you cannot cry over him again!!!” I said to the girl in the mirror. Just then another sob escaped my lips and a trail of tears followed. The feeling of hollowness filled the void in my heart as I sat down
