He didn't love me. He never did.

I let the tears fall in my cheeks and I let him see it. I stared into the eyes of the man I thought I would marry. The one I thought I'd have my happily ever after with.

It hurts. It fucking hurts to even look at him but I endured it. I burned this scene into my mind.

"I didn't knew you were coming." He told me dumbly. As if what he said makes sense. As if this thing was all my fault.

"What?" I whispered. The strain of keeping my voice even instead of shouting at him like a madwoman is getting obvious as I took a deep breath. And another. And another.

"Don't you have anything to say?" I look at my best friend, Sheila. She was discreetly picking up her clothes and attempting to sneak out.

As if I wouldn't noticed. Do I really look stupid to them? Is that it?

I look at both of them. Hairs mussed and lips swollen, and both are very very naked.

I want to rage, scream, throw or break something. But I didn't do any of those. I just stood there like the idiot I am and just silently cried.

This was supposed to be the start of something for me. I moved out of my apartment so I can live with him. Quit my job so I can take care of him and be a housewife. Even if we're still not married.

We were supposed to get married next year. Just a simple wedding where only friends and families are invited. Less than 50 person in a small church from his hometown. His parents, brother, and sisters love and accepted me already and I them. His was the kind of family I wanted for myself when I was young. I thought everything was okay.

I grabbed my backpack and suitcase and went outside. He didn't even ran after me. Not even a single sorry. He just let me go. I guess I'm the only who thought our 6 months relationship meant something.

I walked aimlessly for God knows how long until I wandered into a park. I went inside and sit by the swing.

I realized I have nowhere to go. I didn't even knew of this city. He was transferred here and I went with him because I loved him too much to be separated from him.

I can't even bear to think it say his name. Everything hurts too much.

Right now, my heart won't stop crying. It just wails and wails and- wait. That's not my heart. Someone is actually crying!

I look at my surrounding and I realized it's already gotten so late that the sun already set and dark will come soon.

I got up and pines and needles shoots up in my feet. I stomped and endured the pain for a while and then continued my search.

I walked slowly until I was near the slide.

I saw the most adorable little girl sitting at the back of the slide, crying. She's wearing a pink tutu dress and a tiara on top of her head.

I sat a foot away from her and put the tissue at the middle. I began dabbing some errant tears from my face and blew my nose a bit loudly until she looked into my face.

She stopped crying and stared at me warily.

"Is it a boy that made you cry?" I asked this little girl who looked not much older than a four-year old. She nodded.

"I boy made me cry, too. He broke his promise so it broke my heart. And that's why I'm crying."

It may be a bit cynical for me to assume it's a man that made her cry but right now I don't care. It seems that I was spot on anyway as she continued to nods her head.

She didn't say anything and just sniffed and brush away her tears using her tiny little fist.

I grabbed a tissue and handed it to her. She took it and proceeds to blow her nose.

We were sitting there quietly for half an hour when she finally stopped crying and blowing her nose. It's already gotten dark and even if my stomach is growling and would very like to just close my eyes and sleep the hurt away, I need to get this little girl home first.

"Do you feel better now?" I asked her.

"A little bit but I'm still mad at him" She told me with a frown.

"That's alright. You can't forgive someone yet if they didn't say sorry to you first. Did he say sorry?"

She shook her head.

I nodded as if everything makes sense. I stood up and brush the dirt from my pants. She also stood up and just watched me with that bright green eyes.

"My name is Cassandra." I curtsy a little at her. "What's the little princess' name?"

She looked down at herself and patted her head until she touched her tiara. She giggled at me and did the same curtsy, too.

"My name is Cassidy." She told me with a shy smile. I just adore her. She looks so cute and irresistible. She reminds me of myself when I was young. If we had money back then, I would have chosen that exact same dress and tiara for myself.

"Oooohh.... we both have the same Cass in our name! I'm the big Cass and you're the little Cass!"

I exclaimed happily and exaggerated my facial expression to make her smile.

She giggled and that sound almost made all my troubles melt away.

"Can you tell me who made you cry, little Cass?"

She bit her lower lip and nodded. " Daddy."

"What did Daddy did wrong?"

"He missed my birthday party."

I gasped loudly for her benefit and put my hands on my waist.

"Tsk.. tsk.. tsk.. that is very bad."

"He even pinky promise." She said. Her voice wobbly from trying not to cry.

"Do you know your way back to your house. We need to go and make him tell you sorry. Breaking a promise, a pinky promise is a grave offense." I said with great determination and anger put into it.

"What is offense?"

"It's when you break a rule or a promise."

With my backpack strapped in and my suitcase in my left hand, I grab her tiny little hand in my right as we marched into the night to her home.

Little did I know that my life will be forever changed.