She didn't know how to feel.
She was upset, that was for sure.
She, once again, grabbed her razor.
She had promised him,but that promise was broken.
She'd broken her promise an hour after she'd made it.
He loved her and she new he truly meant it,for he had never said it to anyone else.
She wasn't sure if she loved him.
He had always seemed to hate her, and she had returned that hate.
But now, she wasn't sure.
She'd started to question everything that had ever happened between them.
Did he mean all of those cruel things he'd said to her?
Or had he said it to hide his true feelings?
She supposed she'd never know.
And that thought had made her press the blade harder.
.xHermionex.