"I wasn't going to jump, honest," I sobbed after telling her what I witnessed.
"Oh honey," she said, through tears. Her cheeks matched her hair. She was getting angry."I'm gonna kill em," I broke into another round of sobs just as someone rapped on the door.
"Nat! Rose! I know you're there! Please let me in," it was Clint.
"Go away you-" she didn't get to finish her sentence.
"Rose please! I can explain,"
"That's what they all say," I shouted confidently before breaking down again. "Just leave me alone,"
"Rose please," she begged
"GO! And don't come back," Natasha screamed.
I melted into a puddle on her carpet. I hated this dress. I hated my curled hair. I hated my made up eyes that now ran like Niagara Falls. I hated today. I hated Valentines Day. I wanted to hate Clint. But I couldn't. I couldn't hate or blame him.
Natasha tried to comfort me saying things that I didn't hear. She even cracked into the ice cream that I didn't touch.
How could I blame him. I'm so freaking skinny. There's nothing to me. Nothing a man would want anyways. How could he not want that other woman. Bigger and more beautiful than me.
