Fallen // n.h

'"The past is the past," he says as he walks away, pretending like nothing has ever happened, my heart sunk and a tear flowed down my cheeks, more tears following, he stopped walking, looking back at me, "I don't think we should see each other anymore," he says, then slowly continuing his walk down the aisle to the elevator. I felt lonely and weak, "why does everything have to be so harsh?" I thought to myself, I stood there like a fool, unwanted and broken, not wanting to walk back to my hotel room, still remembering the times we have been together, and all of those happy memories, but now those seemed to all fade away, I felt empty, maybe he just was not that interested, I walked back to my room slowly, the door was still open, I lazily walked to my bed and gently lay there, crying hard, not wanting to be disturbed, I lay there lonely, weak, empty, and broken......'