Eyes red and puffy. Lips dry and cracks in between. Hair's a mess, tangled here and there. Brown-hazel eyes staring back at her making her realize just how fast the night changes. Hours ago she came home thinking everything is fine and sorted but then boom, the bomb drops.
Happiness doesn't last long and she is now sure of it. Starting the faucet, she splashes the cold water on her bare face. Her eyes now feel less itchy than they were earlier. She has no mood of going anywhere, not even stepping out of the room. But she isn't the old girl, she has to face the reality instead of hiding in the corner of her room.
Taking the support of the faucet, gripping the edges tightly, she takes a deep breath and slowly tries to calm her mind and heart. She has to know that thinking about what happened last night won't solve anything but the thing that he lied to, yet again, she feels betrayed.
