She had enough; it was his fault. She's healing; he's still torn apart. She knew it was time to let go; he knew she's moved on.
"'Cause when a heart breaks, no, it don't break even."
Does it?
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She smiled.
She was lying spread-eagled on the king-sized bed in the hotel room she was currently staying, scrolling through the pictures from the photoshoot she did earlier for her new movie.
She had neglected Twitter for months now because of the memories it held. But she had a movie to promote. And this could be her next big break since San Andreas.
She was slowly getting on. At least, that was what she had been trying to do for seven months, ten days, and four hours. She was neck deep in press tours, photoshoots, and filming nowadays. At times, she felt like she couldn't breathe, but she had refused her handler when she said she'd clear a week for her to go out.
She needed these distractions.
She scrolled through her Instagram notifications again. Already, the photo of her and Zac which she posted merely minutes ago garnered thousands likes. Then she went back to Twitter, checking her notifications.
