“WHY DID HE DO THAT?” I questioned with tears falling down to my cheeks.
My chest feels so heavy with the overwhelming feeling of hatred. I felt so betrayed, and left alone in a fight I was promised I wouldn’t be alone, yet I am still here seeking an answer to my why. I am still here denying the reality, and waiting for an excuse to be given. I am still here waiting for those words to be taken back. I am still waiting… even though there is only 1% chance that it will be returned.
I sounded so weak as I desperately repeated my question to the same person who wouldn’t give me a proper answer. This is the first time I pleaded for an answer that is not even considered to be given to me. Although I already have an idea why it happened, why those words were spoken, the only thing I wanted to k
