I run through the rain as far and as fast as I can manage, my heart pounding, the dress I still have on is torn and soaking.
My heart breaking more with each pounding step; the tears streaming down my face mixing with the rain to make my once pretty makeup streak down my cheeks.
I collapse on the pavement, my heart too shattered to continue; I can't believe he'd do this to me after all we've been through to be together. My breaths are ragged and unsteady from both the running and my sobbing.
I'm dying on the inside. It feels as though my heart has been ripped out piece by piece and trampled on by a million people. All I want to do is curl up in his arms and cry but I can't. I make do with curling up on the freezing cold, wet pavement with my arms wrapped around myself. My hair bedraggled but I couldn't care less.
Why me? Why him? Why did I have to love him? Why did I have to care? What did I ever do to deserve this? Am I that terrible a person?
