Prologue

I turn around to be faced by my worst-case scenario. My nightmare come true. All of my suspicions proved right. It happened just like I knew it would. Who was I kidding? As if I ever had a chance. I watch them. Shopping together. Fucking shopping. It's like they're rubbing it in my face. My heart sinks as I watch him put his hand on her lower back. That gesture looks so familiar and it brings tears to my eyes. I have to get away before they see me. As soon as I am out of the public eye, in the storage room, I sink down to the floor, curl up in the fetal position, and just cry. I don't care if anybody walks in. The more I picture them in my head, the more upset I become. I try to control my shaking, but am unsuccessful in my attempts. I remember all of the smiles and moments (well what I thought were moments) we shared and although I played them over in my head over and over again, they obviously meant nothing to him. In this exact moment, I realize that I'd rather go blind, then to see him with her ever again.