Finding the broken me

Finding the broken me. A very short story.

"I can't be with you."

I look down at our hands ... our fingers intertwined.

"Why?" I whisper. My eyes feel watery. My glasses start to fog up. I can't cry. I won't.

The prince and the frog girl they used to call us behind our backs. He said not to worry about all the hearsay. That we should pity them instead. He promised we were going to be okay. To give him a chance.

I look around. Darkness all around. Like his heart. I can't stop from gasping out when he lets go of my hands. My hands now try to cover my trembling body.

Why couldn't he have come to my house and told me the news? It would have been easier to take in. I would have had my family to lean on right after. But he knew he would have had to deal with my brothers. It would have not ended well..., what a cowardly move he made.

My family had warned me. I hadn't listened. They had been right. It had all been a game..., and I had lost.

"You have all summer to get over this, not bad, right? And hey, we might see each other around campus when we start next fall," he says with a chuckle as he awkwardly pats my back.

I want to throw up. I take a step back. In a few minutes, everything fell apart on me, and he has the audacity to pat me as if I'm one of his buddies. I take off my glasses and wipe them. I put them back on as I try to smile.

My heart was his. And he shattered it into a billion pieces of nothingness. He was my first everything... 

I hurt so bad. I won't trust as easily from now on. It will take time. But I will not become cold hearted like him. Never. I promise. I will find me again.