Anguish. Bitterness. Chagrin. Depression. Emptiness.
I could alphabetize my pitiful emotional state and still come up with more.
Foolish. Gullible. Helpless. Idiotic.
Yes. I was idiotic enough to hope, to expect, that there was a chance for us to be together when there wasn't any, to begin with. He didn't even care for me in the same way.
A stabbing sensation persisted inside my chest. A pain that affected my nerves and bodily functions, making me feel no hunger, thirst, or any desire to do anything. I locked myself in my room, pretending I wasn't feeling well, which I was, but not in the way they thought.
I have experienced heartbreak before. No. Scratch that. I thought I had experienced it before, but the pain I'd felt when that prince betrayed me was like an ant bite compared to what I'm feeling now.
Maybe it's because I truly love Luca. It hurts so much.
