It didn’t come as a shock any more. It didn’t hurt any more. She had not expected it happening but it felt like she had known it would happen. No tears, no frustration. She had given him another chance, but he had betrayed her all over again.
It didn’t feel like the ground had slipped off from down her feet. She heard what he had to say, and herself got nothing to say. He had said he needed her, he had said he loved her. It felt false, and deceptive.
He had said he loved her and needed another chance with her. She had given up her love, and compromised with her life just to give him another chance. And it had happened, all over again. It was frightening, too scary to face it all over again.
She had gotten hurt, and hurt all over again. How could he do this again? Where had those promises gone? He had left her in just an instant. Not even thought about it, about how she felt, about how she was going to survive all that pain and hurt.
It felt like her heart had lost that beat, and still it felt like it was nothing new. He had been her angel, which heaven had let her believe. He had come into her life and had cut her down into pieces. He had lost her trust and her love again. And it didn’t feel like it was ever going to come back.
He had asked her to walk away, and while she was, he had called from behind, “sorry”. And it had felt so childish, so stupid to even say that word. And it had felt unreasonable for her to reply. But she had turned around, and looked at him, straight in his eyes, and had quipped out, “its too late to apologize..”
