She barely slept last night after leaving his apartment. She immediately locked herself in her room, not wanting anyone to see her. She could not stop the tears from falling from her eyes, knowing it was over between them.
"He doesn't love you." Her mind kept reminding her. She wanted to believe that, but a small portion of her heart still hoped she was mistaken.
A deep part of her wanted to return to his apartment and begged him to reconsider. But what good with it do if he did not love her? And when he did not want to have anything to do with their child.
She would only force him into this relationship that had no future in the very end. It was a lost cause no matter where she looked at it. He would never love her the way she loved him.
He was gone, and she had to find a way to accept it. Then, life should move on for her and her child, even without him. She could already predict it would be hard. But she would do her best.
