My heart sunk. The way the past moments reflected in my brain hurt me. I was crying and i was a hot mess. I went in the bathroom of me and my boyfriend's apartment. I looked in the bathroom mirror. I tilted my head at the sight of a twenty-four year old girl with mascara and eye liner running down my face. I took off my clothes and put on something more fitting for my mood. I put my long sleek black hair up into a messy bun, and roll into a ball. I remembered the nights he would embrace me, and we would laugh at the dumbest stuff. I squeezed my sheets and pulled them over my shoulder and resumed crying. I was a mess. And it was all his fault......
