The pain I felt from his touch as he grasped my hand to reject me was undeniable. It pierced my heart like a thousand needles to remind me of the heartbreak that would haunt me for nights to come. My throat tightened, and I swallowed hard while suppressing the urge to cry.
Why did he have to be him? The one that I wanted the most didn’t feel the same way about me. I had tried to make him see that I was different and that I was going to be there for him, come rain or shine, but he wasn’t meant to be mine forever.
Some people are placed in your life as temporary happiness, and it was hard to accept, knowing that we had more bad days than good ones, which only happened because he wanted my body.
At that moment, I was in a deep state of helplessness because a part of me wanted to stop him.
