Chapter 11

• I couldn’t recognize if these are tears or if the wetness of my face are from the foam party. I walked towards the hotel, straight to my room.
• The pain is etched in my chest, like it doesn’t have plans on leaving me alone. The more I close my eyes, the more it keeps replaying inside my head. The way he wraps his arms around her and the way she welcomed his mouth in hers. Tears brimmed in the corners of my eyes as I sat on the floor.
• This is what I get for trusting people too much. This is all my fault. I let him get through me and now, I’m played, I’m down and I’m broken. Stupid.