'it's over' the words still stung in my brain as if branded there for eternity. I still couldn't breathe and my chest was still heavy with devastation. My world was crumbling in my hands and I couldn't do a single thing about it.

I should've known this would happen, especially after she was trying to get his attention again. I knew he would go back, she had something on me that I would never be able to top. She gave him something that I still had.

I should've listened to everyone. Gosh, I was so stupid to think he'd stay, I really was. The moment flashed back, making me shake and stumble.

The rest of the week I was messed up. I stuttered when I talked, if the words would ever even come out of my mouth. My voice was afraid to come out, not wanting to show people how hurt and broken I truly was. My eyes were black, as if someone has punched them senseless and then left them to bruise and die, I couldn't sleep.

Everything I once was, was gone. I wasn't who I used to be and I knew it. He had taken a piece of me that I could never replace and never get back...my heart.

He took it when he left and I knew it would kill me, but it wouldn't be a fast death. It'd be a slow, painful, miserable death...and to be honest, I didn't really care.

Everything had been taken away from me, like candy from a baby, and I had nothing to live for. I had given up, I was done and it was all his fault....