14 – HEARTBREAK
They'd been dating for little more than a year. 12 months, 2 weeks and 3 days. Yep, little more than a year, but he'd been away for their anniversary, so they'd planned their night tonight.
Maybe it would have gone well, with the flowers and the smiles and the heart fluttering pleasantly in her chest, only it hadn't. It hadn't gone well at all.
And to be honest, she couldn't even remember what the fight had been about now, only she'd left the restaurant in a flurry of blue dress and eighties-style hair.
Her mascara ran races down her flushing cheeks, and her lipstick was chewed and fading. She pulled the blue dress further up her stocking-clad legs and ran with her stilettos through puddles and mud and clumps of dirty grass, but really, none of this mattered.
Because something was wrong inside, something in her had torn and ripped and clenched and shattered, and every ounce of her ached. She'd never felt like this before, not even when Tony Rydelle stood her up at prom. That was nothing compared to the violent throbbing of her eyes in her skull, or the heart in her chest that somehow didn't belong in her anymore.
Everything was aching, and from the hair on her head to the hair on her toes, she just wanted to die, because nothing could feel right after this, nothing. But she was almost home now, and it was nearing the horizon, and it had never looked so beautiful, and she wanted, she needed her Mother's welcoming arms. The heart that had shattered had left glass remnants on the floor of her chest, and that wasn't right, but somehow it was, and she had never, ever felt a heartbreak quite like this.
Next up: 15 - Vacation
