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The world seemed to crumble around me as I tried to make sense of the situation.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to kiss you. There was something on your lips, and I was trying to... umm, sorry," I stammered, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment. I felt foolish and exposed, my attempt at an explanation falling flat.
Manik's response was like a dagger to my already wounded heart. "Oh, yeah," he replied, his tone laced with sarcasm. I could sense his amusement, and it only added to my humiliation.
"What do you mean, 'oh, yeah'?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. I felt a lump form in my throat, tears threatening to spill over.
"Lmao, looks like someone's been desperate for the past year. Chill, girl," Manik laughed, his words cutting through me like a knife. Anger flared up inside me, a mix of frustration and hurt.
Without thinking, I lashed out, my fist connecting with his chest. The impact was harsh, mirroring the pain I felt inside. But even as I struck him, I knew it wouldn't erase the hurt or mend the broken pieces of my heart.
The police constable's words snapped me back to reality, reminding me of the consequences of my actions. "This is jail, not your father's home," he admonished, his tone stern. I felt the weight of their judgment, the whole world seemingly mocking me for my foolishness and vulnerability.
Tears welled up in my eyes, my voice trembling as I asked, "Why are you doing this, Manik? Why?" My voice cracked with emotion, the pain of his betrayal overwhelming me.
"I just got bored. You're ugly and short and cringe too. I wanted a better woman. I could no longer tolerate you. By the way, I have a girlfriend now," Manik said casually, his words like a dagger to my heart. I felt a sense of betrayal and abandonment, my whole world collapsing around me.
As I sat there, surrounded by chaos and heartbreak, I realized that I was alone. The man I had loved, the man I had trusted, had turned his back on me, leaving me to pick up the pieces of my shattered heart. And as the reality of his betrayal sank in, I knew that I would never be the same again.
In the depths of despair, my tears fall crimson, a stark reflection of the anguish that consumes me. It's as if my heart, unable to contain the pain, has begun to weep blood, each drop a silent testament to the betrayal that has shattered my world.
The weight of this betrayal is a burden I never imagined I'd bear, crushing me beneath its relentless grip. It's not just the act of betrayal itself, but the realization that someone I loved and trusted could inflict such deep wounds upon my soul.
As I gaze upon the world through tear-streaked eyes, I wonder if this is what they call the broken heart syndrome. Is it possible for a heart to shatter so completely that it bleeds? The physical pain is but a fraction of the emotional turmoil that rages within me, a storm of hurt, anger, and confusion.
Yet, amidst this agony, there is a strange sense of clarity. The pain, though excruciating, is a testament to the depth of my feelings. It is a reminder that I am capable of great love, despite the risk of great pain.
But even as I wrestle with this pain, there is a glimmer of hope. I know that this too shall pass, that the wounds of betrayal will eventually heal. And when they do, I will emerge from this darkness stronger and more resilient than ever before. For love may have wounded me, but it will not break me.
"I hope you stay happy with your girlfriend. You both have my best wishes. You'll always hold a special place in my heart. You were my best friend first. But at least you could have divorced me first," I tell him, my voice trembling with a mix of sadness and frustration.
His response is flippant, almost dismissive. "What? You didn't receive the divorce papers, huh? Tell me about it," he says, rolling his eyes as if the whole situation is nothing more than a minor inconvenience.
I feel a surge of anger and disbelief. How could he be so nonchalant about our relationship, about the promises we made to each other? It's like he's completely forgotten the love we once shared, the bond that was supposed to be unbreakable.
But beneath the anger, there's also a sense of resignation. I know that our relationship is over, that there's no going back. And as much as it hurts, I have to accept that and move on.
As I walk away from him, I can't help but feel a sense of relief. Relief that I can finally start healing, that I can let go of the pain and sadness that has consumed me for so long. And even though it's not the ending I had hoped for, I know that it's the right one.
"I didn't receive any divorce papers" I tell gathering my already shattered soul.
"Oh, I am sorry, I forgot to courier them. My bad. I was so busy with my girlfriend this past year that you never crossed my mind," he says, the smirk on his face like a dagger to my heart.
As the weight of his words settles in, I stand there, feeling the world crumble around me. His casual dismissal of our past, of the love we once shared, cuts deeper than any knife.
The laughter that follows, the 'lol' that punctuates his callous words, is the final blow. It's as if he's mocking not just our relationship, but everything we once meant to each other.
"I wanna lay on a highway tonight," I whisper, the words a mix of despair and dark humor. The absurdity of it all hits me, and I can't help but feel a bitter laugh bubble up from within me.
He looks at me, his eyes betraying no hint of remorse. In that moment, I realize that I am truly alone. The man I once loved, the man I trusted with my heart, has turned his back on me without a second thought.
But deep down, despite the pain, I know one thing for certain: I still want him. Despite everything, despite his betrayal, I still love him. And maybe, just maybe, that's enough to keep me going.
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