"Let me know how you like it!"
"I will. Have a lovely night, Milady" He says as he takes his leave. I clean up the table, at this point I know Marcus isn't going to show up. He was supposed to be here almost three hours ago, he really stood me up.
I walk to my room, take off my hijab, and place it on the bed. I lean against the glass window, sliding my back down until I hit the ground with a thump. I pull my legs towards me, hugging myself as I rest my face on my knees. I burst into a fit of tears, why would he play with my feelings like that? He could've at least sent a text, I would've understood, and I wouldn't have been upset at all. But not saying anything at all, it hurts. It feels like he stomped on my chest with spiked shoes. God, maybe this is why I never tried taking chances with guys I crushed on. Maybe I am terrified of getting my heartbroken. Tears slide down my face in a constant, my sobs are quiet but heart-wrenching.
