Reaching my limit
He begged for another chance to explain, but I had had it. ‘Your words are meaningless to me right now,’ I murmured, backing back. His eyes pleaded with me, but the damage had been done. ‘If you truly intended to fix this, you would not have lied in the first place.’ I turned aside, the agony of betrayal piercing my heart. I needed time to contemplate.
Reaching My Limit
Sorting through emotions
I departed to deal with my fury and despair alone. Walking down the street, tears welled up and blurred my eyesight. Everything was jumbled, and I needed clarity. My phone buzzed with texts, which I ignored. I found a quiet park bench and sat down, trying to piece together my thoughts. Anger, hurt, and confusion erupted within me. I needed a new viewpoint.
Sorting Through Emotions
