Pree
I have been feeling guilty ever since we last talked, thinking and blaming myself for being unreasonable. I hated my tongue for blurting out words I shouldn't have. I scolded my jealousy that made him upset.
In short, I have been feeling down since that call.
But it seems this guilt is just a one-sided feeling.
After all, my boyfriend is obviously enjoying the kiss with the most popular girl in school. The heiress that his mom adores so much. The nation's daughter-in-law to be, perhaps.
"Is this how it feels to have your heart broken?" I murmur, patting the left side of my chest as I watch Al and Mia kiss at the end corner of the parking lot.
There is no sound. Not like when I break a glass. However, I can feel it. The pang of heartache. It is like having a hammer hitting on my
