It was an insult. A price tag on her heart.
She sank to the floor, clutching the papers, her body curling into a tight ball. The tears came again, hot and furious. But this time, she wasn’t crying for him. She wasn’t crying for a love that had never existed.
She was crying for the naive, broken girl who had wasted three years of her life believing she could ever be enough.
When the tears finally stopped, her eyes were empty. And then, slowly, something new began to form in their depths. Something hard, and cold, and unbreakable.
