Twenty years old
Hot tears etched their way down the delicate skin of my face. My heart leaped into my throat. I tried to scream. To expel all the fury broiling inside me. In vain. No sound came out of my mouth. Not even the sobs bubbling in the depths of me.
This day should’ve been one to remember. One to celebrate.
The happiest of my life so far. One to bring tears of joy to my eyes.
Instead…
I was a train wreck.
A ball of sadness.
A bomb about to explode.
Anger and grief twisted around, I didn’t know where one ended and the other began.
How could this happen?
My day should’ve been blissful. Or I always thought that was how it was supposed to be. I had no idea, as I’d never put too much thought into this before.
Right now, I had nothing to be festive about. I was about to shatter the heart of one of the two people I loved the most in this world. My insides roared into a blaze. Burning everything in their wake.
What had I done?
When my back landed on the wall behind me, I slid to the floor, curling into a ball.
I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to ease the pain. I wasn’t sick. Not really. But the thought of breaking someone’s heart—someone I loved most of all—was enough to draw me into a spiral of darkness.
I closed my eyes.
My breath caught in my lungs. I coughed, trying to get rid of the heaviness in my chest.
It wouldn’t go away.
A soft knock on the door startled me.
“Hey, Dah, are you in here?” Jeff asked.
I said nothing. Because I had nothing to say, anyway.
He’d find out soon enough. I closed my trembling fist and let reality kick in.
I was down for the ride of my life.
I breathed. One. Two. Three. Time to face the music. Yeah, no pun intended.
Just life.