The days that followed were some of the darkest I had ever faced. I couldn’t understand why she was gone. I couldn’t accept that everything we had was over. It felt like I was walking through life in a haze.
To cope, I turned to my friend Joseph. He was there for me, spending time with me and trying to get my mind off things. But nothing could have prepared me for what I saw at the theater one evening.
Joseph and I were watching a movie when I saw her. Trisha. But she wasn’t alone. She was sitting with another guy, holding hands. It felt like someone had ripped my heart out. The anger, the sadness, the betrayal—it all hit me at once. And then, our eyes met. I saw it in her gaze—the guilt, the regret, the knowledge that she had hurt me. But it was too late. That was the last time I saw her in person.
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