"Just watching him kiss another girl.. hurt. It felt like my heart was being ripped out of my chest. The pain is physical. It's not just in my head."
Lizzie tweets.
Ha! That'll get his attention. The dirty manwhore!! She thinks while smirking at her computer screen.
She closes her laptop and puts it on her desk. She crawls under the covers and snuggles up against her pillow.
Lizzie drifts into a peaceful sleep.
The next morning Lizzie gets out of bed and goes into the bathroom.
YOU ARE READING
My Heart is in the Hands of Another
Short StoryJust sitting there, with my vision going black, watching as the man grips and twists my heart. I thought I knew him. I thought I loved him. I guess that's what's get for leaving my heart in the Hands of others.
