She couldn't stop crying. She cried so hard she couldn't breathe, dry heaving and hyperventilating, then starting all over again.
Because she'd had to. She'd had to break up with Rachel, and she'd had to make it public and nasty. She'd placed her cruelest expression on her face, told Rachel it had all meant nothing; she'd been a good fuck, and that was all. Rachel was useless, and she had no reason to keep her around anymore. She'd tossed her slushie, laughed derisively, and walked away, trying so hard not to show her heart breaking.
Because… Because she'd had to.