Lily patted her cheeks, trying to dry the tears shed on her face.
She might have sat there for a couple of minutes before she straightened her back and stood up.
*So he wasn't what she thought he was. Not her prince charming, not her fairytale.*
She smoothed her dress and opened the door.
Red eyes, dry tears, smudged liner
Three things were the only proof that something wrong had happened. She moved towards the sink and washed her face.
Yes, the liner was a bitch right now, and after she was done, her eyes would look different than they did when she had arrived.
She wondered how many broken hearts these walls have seen. How many girls have come here, lost, alone, and found the comfort in crying their heart out when they knew no one was there to hear them.
The tissues in the bin, the wrinkled dresses coming out of here, all told a story.
