Charlotte 21, lives in Monaco and it's going through a time of her life where she feels lost.
She's doing her master in architecture and she works hard to get to the end with the full knowledge of the many topics she has to study about.
But somethin...
Sunshine. He called her sunshine the whole time. He updated her about his day the whole time like he always did with me.
My heart physically ached I'm my chest and my legs paralysed in front of his Mac. I couldn't move. I was frozen in the big lie he wrapped me all this time. I started to sweat, my ears were ringing and my breathe was chocked in my throat. A huge knot of disappointment and pain took place in my throat.
He lied to me the whole time. He lied to me every time he called me "my love". He lied to me even if I was the person he was sleeping in the same bed with every time he was at his place that it's his safe place away from the world. He lied to me even if I was the first person he got to see every day when he opened his eyes, his first good morning and his last good night or at least I thought I was but clearly she was on the other side of his phone. Every little nickname, sweet word, comforting word... all gone.
How he could fake a love like this?
I don't think he didn't love me at all because he wouldn't have started in the first place but I know that on the last days his mind wasn't with or on me. It was on her. He was constantly on his phone and I now I know why.
I don't think there's a way to describe the devastation inside of me.
When something like this happens the first thing that gets to your mind is "it's impossible" it seems to crazy to believe at it but then "this can't be happening to me" case where is the most depressing part and then comes "why me?" that is the most hard part because there's no explanation of why he chose me to hurt of all the people he knows. I guess I'll never know.
I escaped from Monaco as soon Valentine, the persons that I'll love more than myself for the rest of my life because she always will be there for me no matter what. She scraped me off from the floor of his living room. She comforted me while I was crying and cleaned the whole apartment, packing all my stuff. She also booked us the flights and golfed my hand for the whole time. I cried 2 days straight and then I cried a whole other days at least 5 times per day. My mind kept going there to their chat, to the same words of their message write down into her Instagram captions...
I blocked him where I could and silenced were I could block him like on my instagram. I could block him on instagram because people would notice my missing follow.
He shared our vacation right after he got home. I guess he needed time to break it out to his Alex that we were in a beacation for a week.
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