It hurt. The pain, burning, longing. She lost him and nothing would change that. He had come to her, kissed and held her. She had sunk into his arms, cuddling close, only to smell her perfume, the other girl's. The thought struck her cold, stopping her very heart. Her love, that that she had felt so strong, ran so deep, was unrequited.
He left during her angry words, uncaring for her hysterics. Now she was left with a hole, the space in her heart he had so lovingly filled was suddenly devoid of emotion.
The next day she saw him with her, rewarding her with that smile she had so often coxed from him. It flared up then, the flame scalding her heart. Her raw anger was unyielding and coursed through her. For hate, all consuming, burned brighter than love.