And there it was. Pain in its most raw form. The kind of pain where you don't want to scream, or cry, or even sleep; the kind where you just suddenly feel numb..empty.
The smile I previously wore vanished from my face as I realized what I had just witnessed. This wasn't right; it couldn't be. He was looking at her...exactly the way I looked at him...
My heart didn't break, my bones didn't shatter at the thought. My knees weakened as a bolt of lightning went through my core. That was all. It only fueled a now burning fire that was eating me from the inside out.
They say it's possible to die from a broken heart. At that moment, I believed it.
After retrieving my phone and most important chapstick, I walked as quickly as my short stature would allow me. At 17, I still haven't received my drivers license, hardly even able to get into a car after losing my best friend to a drunk driver. I would be spending the next awkward minutes with my mom and younger brother, no longer singing, or even being able to speak. What I could croak out were a few incomprehensible "I love you's" before I went to bed.
