The tears continued to pour down her face as she sat there, hands shaking as she wiped her tears but no matter what she did to reassure herself that things were going to be okay and that she would eventually get over him, none of it worked. The tears wouldn't stop coming.
Her mind couldn't believe that things would get any better and that was the major reason she was so emotional. She hated how good it felt to be in his arms, she hated how much she wanted to do it again. That was the worst part of it all. She looked around the room, and at the scattered clothes, the messed-up bed sheets and the faint scent of his cologne that was still in the air.
She also remembered how her mind had tried to warn her while the whole thing was going on, but the need and yearning for him drowned out tho
