DANA
What's with alcohol that at this exact moment, it was too hard to lie? On that position where I can sense the hardness and the dents of the door on my back and with his face only a few distance away from mine, I find lying next to impossible. I slept for a few hours, yes, but it was still insufficient to drive the influence of alcohol away. It wasn't enough. it was still here, existing, kicking, thriving, alive as it can be.
"break your heart? what do you mean?"
The tears were traitors, as always. And I try my best not to let them win. If I cry here, it would give me away. He'll know the truth that all these time, I was stuck there in that dressing room, crying and regretting the things I've said. He'll know that I didn't stop loving him and I'm not sure if I can ever.
"you know exactly what I meant."
He scoffed.
"isn't that the other way around, Dana? Isn't that a lie? It was you who broke my heart in that room."
