Mai
I sit in my room, not sure what to do. What to feel. How to react. Ever since that night on the beach, I haven't been as reserved. But I'm still not sure I'm ready to cry.I fight back tears as I read the letter he left to me again. How could he? He didn't even have the courage to look me in the eye as he ripped my heart to pieces. I trusted him and he knew it. He knew I didn't let myself feel for just anyone. That I keep myself under lock and key, he knew it! That Bastard, that coward, that, that, Ugh! I take out a knife and throw it at the drawing of us, slicing it in half. I take out another and slash the curtains in my room, where I remember all too well how we kissed behind them, hiding from anyone who cared to find us. I slash anything and everything without reason, it all reminds me of him. My mother and father will have a fit, but for the first time in years I don't care. I sit down on my ruined bed, and finally admit to myself what I've been trying not to for so long. I love him. He hurt me, but I love him anyways. I feel the tears welling up in my eyes and don't hold them back anymore. They spill over, the first tears I've let fall in years.