Lost Love - Complete

Sixty Four

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Sixty Four

Zoe

"What happened?"

"I tried to stop him but he came in and started apologizing to her. She was in histerics so I went for you."

I listened to the conversation between Angie and my brother but I decided to ignore them and go back to sleep.

"It's been four hours."

"Jace called..."

"What did he do to her?"

I was regaining consciousness but I didn't feel strong enough to fully wake up.

"Should I wake her up?"

"She hasn't been eating well..."

"Let her sleep it off."

I woke up by the rambling of my stomach. I was really hungry. When was the last time I ate?

I tried opening my eyes but the clarity of the room was too much for my swollen eyes.

Putting a hand over my eyes, I rolled to the other side of my bed so I could get up. I guess I got up too fast because my head was pounding. Quickly, I made my way to the bathroom and got two painkillers from the cabinet and swallowed them with the glass of water that I keep in here.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I looked like a zombie. I was really pale and my eyes were red. Tear stains were entirely covering my cheeks and my lips were mostly dry.

The events of yesterday came to my mind as I looked at myself.

Eric passing out from hearing that I got married to his brother. He calling me a slut. He apologizing and me finally passing out from the whirlpool of emotions I felt all at once.

Why did he have to call me a slut? I never believed that someone could be a slut or a whore but was I one really?

And the worst part is that I don't know whether to be mad at him or forgive him. Yesterday he looked so mad at himself for calling me that. He was beating himself and it hurt me because I could feel his honesty but he still shouldn't have called me a slut.

I guess, though, that this was for the best. I need to erase him from my heart because he and I should had never been together. This way is easier to keep me away from him.

But still his face will haunt me forever. I love him so much but that doesn't matter anymore. I felt a knot in my throat thinking that he and I won't be together again. Tears started falling again at the realization and I can't believe that I can still cry after so much of doing that yesterday.

I can't continue thinking about him. I need to move on. My husband needs me and I have to be strong for him.

After washing my face and brushing my teeth, I took my wallet and made my way to the cafeteria. The place was pretty much empty for the exception of the lunch ladies and a few people having breakfast already. I made my way to the line and ordered quesadillas, an apple and orange juice. I sat down at the very corner so nobody would notice me. I felt like I was exposed.

Even though I was really hungry, I was barely able to eat the apple. Reminders of Eric kept popping in my head and it was making me nauseous. Why did I have to fall in love with him? Why didn't I explain when I could?