Broken Strings

C H A P T E R T W E N T Y

That's what she was. A fucking fool, a pathetic girl.

Because every time he said he would change, she had believed him. She had always believed him.

And that Anisha's biggest problem. Anisha Hayes was, in every aspect possible, responsible for her own heartbreak.

Anisha Hayes was responsible for the false hope, broken heart and plentiful tears.

All because she was nothing but a fucking fool.

Once again, she was giving in to her heart.

Andrew was still hurting. He was still suffering and trying to come to terms with what his sister had done. But now she wondered how her leaving would affect him.

Who would take care of him? Who would love him?

Because Anisha had. Anisha had cared for him when no one else had. And she had loved him when no one else had.

But no one had loved her.

When she needed someone to care, no one had cared. And when she had needed love the most, it had been snatched away from her.

It was too late now.

There was nothing else that she could offer.

"That doesn't change anything." She picked up the tea and took a small sip. "It doesn't change anything."

It really didn't.

He broke up with Amanda. The woman he had been seeing while he was married to her. The woman he should've never sought in the first place.

So what if he ended things with her.

It didn't change a thing.

Because at the end of the day, her heart was still broken.

She was still sick. And her drawers was filled with medications. And her wrist was filled with razor scars.

Anisha looked at him and she wanted to cry. The pain his eyes held tore her apart.

He had suffered just as much as her.

She watched as his lips parted but he didn't say anything.

She shook her head and then looked back down. "It doesn't change anything."

And it really didn't.

"Anisha, I...I'm sorry." He was practically breathing the two words. "I'm sorry." Because Andrew Hayes was sorry. He was always sorry.

Sorry.

He was sorry.

But Anisha couldn't find in herself to care.

It was two little words. That could've saved her in the past. It could've saved them.

But now it was too late. Anisha had already given up.

She smiled softly, taking in every aspect of his face. From his blue eyes to his dark hair, the light stubble scattered across his jaw. "It's okay."

It was okay. Everything was okay.

Resolve. Anisha had accepted everything. She smiled at him, once again before turning around and picking up the cup of tea. She wanted to go to her room, drink the warm tea that was probably cold by now and then nap. She just wanted to sleep.

Sleep and forget about everything that had ruined her.

"Wait Anisha, it's not okay. I..." There was a list of things Andrew could have said.