Get up. Move on. What else is there to do?
Despite what she was commanding herself to do, Jude remained on the ground. How could she get over it so quickly?
I love him. I love him. I love him.
Why did she always fall for guys like that? They take and take and take, everything she had, and she let them, because she loved them. But they never gave back. And now she was drained, there was nothing left for her to give anymore. For one simple reason.
He doesn't love me.
Why could no one ever love her enough to stick around? No matter what she did, they always ended up leaving. Why?
Actually, she knew why.
She was a reject.
She wasn't good enough.
She just wasn't worth it.
She was Jude.
And no one wanted her.
Fine. She'd just accept that, and move on.
Because what else could she do?
Jude eventually bullied herself into getting up and joining the world again. But her legs were jelly from sitting for so long, and as she tried to stand, she stumbled.
Right into a lane of oncoming traffic.