Elsa was alone too. I half expected, after our short stint as a couple ended, for her to go back to her friends. But she didn't.
Maybe she tried. Maybe they just didn't want her back. Regardless of the circumstances, she was at least understanding how I felt.
Then again, I was back to that place where I wasn't exactly sure what I felt. I understood two emotions, only two, out of the whole jumbled mix-up of them all.
Sadness was one of them, definitely. I was oh so very sad. That's how you feel after you get everything you ever wanted, and it's suddenly ripped away from you.
And I felt anger. Anger that was almost stronger than the sadness. It felt like fire burning through my soul, threatening to devour me. It wasn't like the icy cold anger I felt before, whenever Elsa betrayed or hurt me. No, this anger was all consuming.
And it scared me.