Tyrone had left, but the sting of his words lingered, intensifying the pain within me. I couldn't believe it. I was angry at myself, tears refusing to stop flowing. Why did it turn out like that? I slapped myself several times, hoping it was all just a dreadful dream. A nightmare that I could simply forget, but it wasn't. This was all real. Tyrone had played with my heart, engaged to someone else, and left me. It was all painfully true.
I screamed, tossing my pillow aside. The pain was unbearable. Why did it hurt so much? I didn't do anything wrong. Why me? Why did this happen to me? I cried until I felt like I had exhausted all my tears. I couldn't help but wallow in self-pity and self-blame. I was so foolish.