Trapped in her own created darkness feeling hopeless and lost. Hurt that what she gave was whole and nothing reciprocated in return. The pulse that beat life into her veins has ceased to fuel her soul. The emptiness and pain far too great.
How can a single individual make her hate everything she once loved?
The sadness and ache caused by his lack of love, his pretentious self-righteousness, the bullshit lines fed to her… for what?
To throw away like a ripped sock? The hold he tore is deep and it will take time to mend and perhaps she will never forgive him.
She will close the door and move on. Refusing to be debilitated by her anger and her tears. The good memories will wash away and he’ll be nothing to her. Just something that happened… once upon a time