I could feel the jagged edge of my broken heart cutting into my chest as I watched them together. My world shattered apart when I saw him kiss her.
I was so stupid. How could I ever have thought he liked me? I'd never told him how I felt.
It was almost horrific to me, watching them. Painful to imagine that it was me he was kissing because I knew it wasn't.
He spotted me and waved me over, but I turned and ran, tears streaming down my face. How could I ever have been so foolish?
I managed to find a semi-private corner to cry in. I wanted nothing more than to be alone, away from him and his stupid girlfriend.
I sobbed my broken heart out.
I heard footsteps and suddenly, there was a pair of arms around me and a boy's voice was whispering soothing nothings into my ear and asking me what was wrong.
It was Lysander. Of course it was.
I didn't answer his questions, just sobbed into his shoulder. He stopped asking after a while, simply holding me as I cried and trying to soothe my upset heart.
It seemed like hours when I had finally cried myself out. Lysander had long since given up trying to figure out what was wrong with me, but he continued to hold me even after I stopped crying.
"Lysander…?"
"Yes, love?"
"You can let me go now…"
Lysander released his grip on me, looking slightly embarrassed.
"Thank you." I said to him, kissing his cheek softly. He had started putting back together the jagged, broken little pieces of my heart.
