Again?

I should have known. It had seemed to good to be true, but I was still hopeful. But now, I stood shocked, my mouth hanging open. His hand slowly dropped from my grasp. I could not understand what was happening. "Again?" I asked forcefully. His eyes fell and he turned and walked away from me. I remained where I was for a moment, rigid with disbelief. Again? I managed to stumble into the bathroom, and immediately my head sunk into my hands. I could not even manage to cry at this point. I had to focus on breathing. I was so furious, I was shaking. I could not get it. How could this be happening? Yesterday we had been as close as ever. Closer even. It had been amazing. He had held me in his arms, offered me kisses, and even told me he loved me, which he hardly ever did without me asking. I had been so confident that things would work out this time. I thought he had changed, and that he wanted this to be real. But here I was again, hiding in the bathroom, trying to pull myself together enough to return to class. But what I really had to do was return to the pain and emptiness of the realization that he had left me once again.